King of Hockey

According to Wikipedia, this is the first hockey movie ever made. Not a bad start for a movie made almost 20 years before the first televised NHL game.

This short film is simple, charming and funny at time. There's definitely some original ideas (I don't think I've ever seen a story about a hockey player going blind), but the love story isn't much different from a ton of other 1930s movies.

The hockey scenes are what made this film truly enjoyable. For a 1936 movie, the on-ice cinematography is extremely surprising. It's fast, dynamic, agressive, and full of action shots. Some of them are exaggerated (especially the wall jumps that you will absolutely never see in a real hockey game), but still entertaining in the same way that the boxing scenes in Rocky are fun to watch. The 1930s arena is also a fun and rare thing to see if you like hockey history.

If you are a hockey fan, I recommend it.

Great action highlighted by some superb camera work and excellent skating more than make up for a fairly lame script.

The actors were good. Dick Purcell was well cast since he had played hockey in college.

Wayne Morris in this early role was thoroughly charming and boyish.

George E. Stone as the bad guy stood out because of his charm. He obviously couldn't have been really evil, not with that smile.

This could have been a great movie if the story had been allowed to develop, but apparently the bosses ordered it kept to an hour. Too bad.

With this very talented cast and crew, "King of Hockey" could have been a classic.

I had the feeling that Warner Bros. was trying to showcase some up and coming stars near the start of their careers: both Dick Purcell and Wayne Morris started to get onscreen billing in 1936, and a hockey sports drama was chosen because Purcell was on the Fordham University hockey team and had experience playing the game. His hockey sequences look pretty good, but Morris looked very uncoordinated as the goalie. With the exception of Max Hoffman Jr., who you never see playing very much, the other players were hired from the University of Southern California and Loyola University hockey teams, making the action on the ice look very good indeed. The female leads, lovely Anne Nagel and her cute kid sister, Ann Gilles, were easy to enjoy, and the plot, involving gamblers trying to get Purcell to throw games, was the passable but predictable. Hockey fans will like this film, if only for action.

Gabby Dugan gets a wing position with the Violets, the current Tri State champs, and instantly becomes the star of the league. Gabby's main interest becomes Kathleen O'Rourke, a socialite, who seems to be playing hard to get. Jumbo Mullins (goalie and roommate of Gabby) and Coach Trotter, seem to think that Gabby is sacrificing the team's playoff chances by focusing his attention to Kathleen and their suspicion is further heightened when Jumbo finds a payoff from known gambler Torga for Gabby not to play at his best. When Jumbo confronts Gabby with his accusations, he conks Gabby on the head with his stick, which lands Gabby in the hospital. The injury proves to be more serious than Gabby thinks, since his play goes down drastically which forces Trotter to kick him off the team, with accusations of throwing games, but Gabby soon realizes that the injury will leave him blind. It's a hokey melodrama with nothing really standing out as being special (perhaps the exception is Marie Wilson, giving a preview of her My Friend Irma role). The sound engineering on the film is really sub-par and the script does too neat a job trying to resolve all the points of the story. All in all, it's not that bad a film considering the sports star consorting with gamblers storyline has been done to death many times over. Rating, 4.

Dave Hodge, host of Hockey Night In Canada introduced King Of Hockey in serialized fashion during intermissions back in the 1970s. Many of we Canadian kids who watched never forgot. Synopsis: A hotshot ice hockey player named Gabby Dugan gets involved with the wrong crowd and his goaltender friend thinks our hero has sold out to the mob.

A scuffle breaks out and the goalie bops our hero over the melon with the modified cricket bat we hockey fans call a "goalstick." Everyone knows that high-scoring forwards and stingy goalies are always at odds and alternately admire and despise one another. This story seems to bank on that conflict.

The final game comes and Gabby has to play. Is he up to the task without vision? Does a team with the audacity to call themselves "The Violets" deserve any chance at the hallowed Stanley Cup?

This movie no doubt inspired many big Hollywood movies in years to come, including probably the 2003 flick, "Daredevil."

It should be distributed on DVD. If not, we may as well all be Gabby Dugans, because we'll probably never see this beauty again. I'll have to join Dave Hodge and toss my pen away in disgust and that wouldn't be pretty.