Dick Purcell and the rest of the skaters looked like they knew what they were doing out there, so as a sports movie the action looked credible. But holy blip is Wayne Morris ever a horrible goalie, which I hate to even mention since he went on to become one of America's most-decorated war heroes. Love the referee in sweater and tie, too. And the chain-link fencing on top of the boards. I was half-hoping to see King Clancy make a cameo. The approach to on-ice violence is interesting. On one hand Purcell gets penalized for ''checking an opponent into the boards,'' which today would be a love-tap. But shortly thereafter Morris clubs Purcell over the head with the blade of a goalie stick. Never mind vision problems, Purcell would be taking his dirt nap after that bit of business. The gambling plot is under-developed. The love story is unbelievable even for a 30s movie. Heck, the whole thing is under-cooked. Marie Wilson steals the movie as Morris's girlfriend and the movie's comic relief. And Anne Nagel is one sweet dish. If you're a hockey fan watch it for the way the game scenes are shot. Other than that it's pure corn-pone.
Review of King of Hockey
