This film was a massive international hit based in part on India's surprising win in the 2002 women's field hockey tournament at the Commonwealth Games. What makes it interesting is also kind of what makes it uneven — the lead actor seems to have been told that he's in a samurai film. He arcs through his fall from grace and his redemption with a Zen impassiveness — breaking down his team where they need breaking and building them up where they need building, and slowly molding them into a winning unit that sacrifices for one another, like a weary, code-loyal samurai training a Japanese town to defend themselves from bandits. This detachment has its entertaining side, but is more than a little annoying, as it makes the film longer than it probably should be and it drains some of the life out of the real burning themes touched on — intra-Indian bigotry, Caste system mindsets, the country's rape culture and the denigrating attitudes that feed it, male privilege, the India-Pakistan partition, yada-yada. The most satisfying scene occurs when the young women rumble with a bunch of pushy men at a food court, but it feels more gratifying than it should, because the pace had been so slow to that point. Events pick up when the team travels to Australia for the international championships, and even though a cornucopia of sports movie cliches spills out from there, it's a somewhat tastier salad when they get tossed together with a choice selection of samurai movie chiches.