The Nagano Tapes

Hudeček hat einen Dokumentarfilm gedreht, der meiner Meinung nach perfekt ist. Der Rhythmus, die Info-Montage, die Ausgewogenheit der Perspektiven und die Fähigkeit, alte Erlebnisse mit einer neuen Intensität zu präsentieren… Mehr als nur sentimentale Erinnerungen an die Zeiten des Nationalruhmes… Eine Nostalgie mit einem Stachel… Ein großes Erlebnis… Yeah boy. (08.03.2018)

Eine sensationell genutzte Geschichte von Petr Svoboda. Es ist vor allem sein Verdienst, dass The Nagano Tapes wie ein spannendes Märchen wirkt, welches wirklich passiert ist. (13.05.2023)

With all this fuss about a few tens of seconds of not yet seen Imax shots, etc., some such irrelevant information somehow disappeared from the ether and whispering; namely that it is an incredibly well-edited (almost "rhythmized"), composed and documentary of a purely Western professional style with a great cast. I was really surprised how many persons they were able to get in front of the camera and how broad was the scope. Yes, especially at the beginning it jumps a little inconsistently from one topic to another (emigration, change of the NHL after the influx of players from post-communist countries, hockey as a product, etc.). But it will settle. It is clear that it was created for the world, but at the same time it is not like "about us but without us". Maybe it should have not ignored the rest of the team (and other teams from the tournament) apart from the three four chosen ones, but this is a fairy tale about Nagano and not a hockey documentary addressing Hejduk's role in the golden goal. So even though we still lack a quality and a bit pathetic feature film about Nagano, these VHSs fully replace it. (01.03.2018)

It is difficult to define in words why Ondřej Hudeček is now licking cream from everyone. From spectators who experienced the year 1998 as adults and saw hockey results as more of a certain satisfaction than a sports sensation – to us, who shouted the names in elementary school, some of which we had heard for the first time in our lives. I have seen many documentaries that glorified Jaromír Jágr, Dominik Hašek, or the whole Tournament of the Century, and over these twenty years, they have become somewhat profaned and outdated for some, like rewritten history, or tires that no longer spark. But for me, Robert Záruba's golden words are still just as electrifying, as well as his so atypical silence, which is probably the strongest moment of the whole match for him. It is precisely in the context of the known history, a decade of long frustration, a thousand times seen shots, goals, and penalties, in the form of an ode lasting more than an hour, that those feelings return in almost identical form. Interrupted (or completely disrupted) lessons, weekend alarms, hoarse vocal cords screamed at a sports event for the first time in my life, public transport drivers playing radio broadcasts for the whole bus, or the clear task of memorizing the entire lineup. This and much more returns to me with maximum force, and I really couldn't fail to remember those peak moments. Not only because my sister was born two days after the final, so February of that year will forever remain cemented in my life. (17.03.2018)

Nostalgia is powerful. It felt like twenty years ago and at times I found myself wanting to burst into tears. But this is no kitschy glorification of something that has grown into a national monument over two decades. It's a beautifully edited montage of the familiar and the unfamiliar, balanced on all fronts of the barricade, and with an incredibly light-footed rhythm, it puts even historical injustices in the same context as hockey rematches. Few films will offer such a full-blooded cinematic experience this year. (09.03.2018)