Movie Review: ‘GOON: LAST OF THE ENFORCERS’ puts twice the blood and humor on the ice

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Preston Barta // Features Editor

GOON: LAST OF THE ENFORCERS

Rated R, 101 minutes.
Director: Jay Baruchel
Cast: Seann William ScottAlison PillMarc-André GrondinLiev SchreiberWyatt RussellKim CoatesElisha CuthbertJay Baruchel and Callum Keith Rennie

The first GOON film was one of the most surprising comedies to ever fly under the radar. It brought Seann William Scott back in the spotlight and showed just how much calcium he injects into our funny bones. He has a certain energy and pizzazz that’s easy to love, and he continues that with the equally as fun sequel, GOON: LAST OF THE ENFORCERS.

Last we saw Scott’s bouncer-turned-hockey player character, Doug Glatt, he had defeated his greatest opponent Ross “The Boss” Rhea (Liev Schreiber) and secured his team a spot in the playoffs. We pick up with Glatt a little later when a lockout reunites his old teammates and brings new players on board. But after a nasty brawl that sends Glatt to the hospital, his days of throwing off the gloves and knocking out teeth may be over.

With a baby on the way, his wife (Alison Pill) encourages him to find a safer line of work (insurance seems promising), one that doesn’t involve coming home to his child with black eyes and bruised ribs. Glatt is prepared to hang up his skates for good until the man responsible for ending his career (Wyatt Russell) is made team captain and new ownership threatens to destroy all that he has created. This, of course, compels him to return to the ice one more time and return things to form.

Seann William Scott’s Doug Glatt joins forces with Liev Schreiber’s Ross “The Boss” Rhea to take down a new enemy. Courtesy photo.

GOON 2 doesn’t necessarily take any major risks in its story, other than further developing our characters. Like most sequels, especially of the superhero genre, its idea is to pit our hero against an enemy far greater than before, only to leave him defeated and wanting to build himself back up to take his foe down once and for all. It’s a safe direction to steer a narrative, but it’s hard to argue with material when it’s based on the life of a real player.

Jay Baruchel (MAN SEEKING WOMAN), who co-wrote and co-starred as Pat in the first film, returns. This time he pulls triple duty and sits in the director’s chair for the first time. And although the level of excitement lacks the sting of the original (a natural thing when the world and characters have already been established), his second go-round seamlessly bridges the style, spunk and no-holds-attitude of its predecessor.

The blood runs thicker in GOON 2. This becomes especially apparent when we see the new owner (Callum Keith Rennie) change the rules of the game. The way the players charge at each other as if they are going into battle will make you wonder if the body could produce any more blood. It’s all a part of this film’s entertainment, and not an element that is violent for the sake of being violent. It serves a purpose in the story and captures the ferocity of the sport.

This sequel could have so easily been phoned in and sent straight to DVD, but Baruchel and Co. turn this into something greater. GOON 2 brings together a phenomenal cast, produces many funny-as-hell gags, and continues the spirit of the original. And that’s enough to keep you in the game.

Grade: B-

GOON: LAST OF THE ENFORCERS is playing in limited release and On-Demand.
Dallas: Texas Theatre — Sat. (9/2) at 3:30 p.m. and Sun. (9/3) at 6 p.m.)

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Preston Barta

Hello, there! My name is Preston Barta, and I am the features editor of Fresh Fiction and senior film critic at the Denton Record-Chronicle. My cinematic love story began where I was born: off planet on the isolated desert world of the Jakku system. It's there I passed the time scavenging for loose parts with my good friend Rey. One day I found an old film projector and a dusty reel of the 1975 film JAWS. It rocked my world so much that I left my kinfolk in the rearview (I so miss their morning cups of green milk) to pursue my dreams of writing about film. It wasn't long until I met two gents who said they would give me a lift. I can't recall their names, but one was an older man who liked to point a lot and the other was a tall, hairy fella. They got me as far as one of Jupiter's moons where we crossed paths with the U.S.S. Enterprise. Some pointy-eared bastard said I was clear to come aboard. He saw that I was clutching my beloved shark movie and invited me to the "moving pictures room" where he was screening the 1993 film JURASSIC PARK to his crew. He said my life would be much more prosperous if I were familiar with more work by the god named Steven Spielberg. From there, my love for cinema blossomed. Once we reached planet Earth, everything changed. I found the small town of Denton, TX, and was welcomed into the Barta family. They showed me the writings of local film critic Boo Allen. He became my hero and caused me to chase a degree in film and journalism. After my studies at graduate of the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, I met some film critics who showed me the ropes and got me into my first press screening: 2011's THE GREEN LANTERN. Don't worry; I recovered just fine. MAD MAX: FURY ROAD was only four years away.