I not only wanted to like this movie, I tried to like this movie. I failed.
The subject is curling, so you might think that the script would be as offbeat as the sport. Wrong. This is the most formulaic piece of claptrap I've seen in a long time. "A group of wacky misfits must get back together to beat the odds and win an emotional tournament while putting old ghosts to rest and reconciling with estranged loved ones." It could be the plot of practically every sports movie ever made, but they usually aren't done this dumbly.
Cliches abound: the feisty single mother harbouring a secret crush; the dopehead teammate who can't keep his girlfriends' names straight; the crusty old coach who is also one teammate's father; the henpecked husband who must eventually find his backbone; the dweeby couple trying to conceive a baby; and of course the male lead who must choose between two women (sisters, no less) and atone for past wrongs on the curling rink. YAWN.
Speaking of the copulating couple, whoever saw two people trying to have a kid do the act right in front of his male buddies? And by the way, a woman can only get pregnant once a month, so why does this couple hop on each other in every second scene throughout the whole movie? She'd come running in screaming, "It's time!" and he'd unzip and hump frantically for 5 seconds and then she'd run off again. Hi-lar-ious.
Poop jokes? You couldn't count how many.
I was so bored watching this thing that I started to root for the robo-curler they call Juggernaut. In spite of his expressionless face and mechanical movements, he was the liveliest thing in the movie.
I give it a 3 on 10. The outtakes at the end were the only funny moments I saw.
