5-Word 365 #238 – Ping Pong

We’ve got a brand new documentary for you today. Producer Anson Hartford and two of the film’s stars are currently on a limited-screening tour of the UK, but if you can’t make it to one of those events the movie is also available on VOD. You can check the screening calendar or download the full movie at their website.

Ping Pong

Never too old for gold.

When it comes to vitality, sportsmanship, strength, fitness, not to mention just the sheer fun of being alive, I was put to shame today by a man three times my age. Les D’Arcy is the seven-time World Singles Table Tennis Champion, as well as European and doubles champion many times over. In 2010, at age 89, he travelled to China to join 2075 other players from 51 countries in the Veterans’ Table Tennis World Championship. Following the progress of Les and seven other international competitors in the tournament and at home, this film is a masterclass in how to grow old with style.

Ping Pong opens six months after the tournament, with Terry Donlon in a hospital bed. With his 81-year-old body wracked by several cancers, his doctors had given him barely a week to live. [Spoiler: As it turns out, the doctors were somewhat premature; he was sitting next to me at the screening tonight.] Director Hugh Hartford then takes us back to see Terry and his partner Sylvia in the run-up to China, where he will be defending his gold medal from the previous championship. In a fictional narrative, book-ending the story this way would have seemed like shameful manipulation on the part of the filmmakers, but in a documentary the truthfulness of it makes it genuinely affecting.

The Hartford brothers – the opening credits name Anson as producer and Hugh as director, but the closing credits show that they shared these roles as well as that of camera operator – spend time introducing us to their other subjects, including Austrian-born American Lisa Modlich, a rookie at age 85, Germany’s Ursula Bihl and Inge Hermann, both 89, and Sun Yon Qing, age 80 from China. Sweden’s Rune Forsberg (87) and Australian centenarian Dorothy deLow round out the cast. The eight of them are of various fitness and mobility levels but they all have a couple of things in common: some great stories, and a competitive streak a mile wide.

Les D’Arcy. This man has more medals than I have years.

Once the film moves to the tournament itself, it becomes as much of a traditional sports movie as a documentary, helped by Anson Hartford’s tight editing and an excellent soundtrack – something documentary filmmakers might not have paid too much attention to, generally speaking, until the last decade or so. Ping Pong has intrigue (the case of the missing bat) and trash talk aplenty, with Mrs Modlich being a particularly vocal opponent to square off against. By following eight competitors, the brothers cleverly increased their odds of featuring a finalist or two, though with only an 80 minute running time they can’t give everyone the same attention. By necessity, those that get knocked out of the tournament in the earlier stages make little impact as the film progresses.

“Inspirational” is a word that is so overused these days it has become almost meaningless; an empty platitiude trotted out for X Factor sob stories and movies-of-the-week. If there is one place that word deserves to be used, it is to describe this movie. Stephen King once said that no matter how aged they become, you can always recognise a fantasy or horror writer by the sparkle of childhood in their eyes. After watching Ping Pong, I can tell you that the same holds true for these sportsmen and women. Their attitude to life and refusal to just sit down in the corner and quietly die is something we should all aspire to.

Dorothy deLow. When I get to 100, she’ll probably still be playing table tennis.

Thought-provoking, hopeful, philosophical and hilarious, Ping Pong is a worthy story told with class.

(Confession time: today’s five word review was slightly pinched. It is actually the poster tagline, but it was too obvious I just had to use it.)

Go ahead, punk. Make my day.

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