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When you get to the end of most long, multi-installment film franchises you’re usually treated to a clumsy pile of recycled, familiar elements that are trotted out to replicate previous successes.
You’ve seen this movie before, you say to yourself, two or three times, and now the whole thing is just stale. It leaves a sour taste for fans of the franchise, because it suggests the peak has passed — with the best of it gone forever.
You probably see where this is going.
The Vancouver Canucks are once again nonchalantly idling down the stretch, meandering toward the postseason like it’s a private members club to which they feel they have exclusive entry rights, regardless of how poorly they’re dressed or how foul they’re acting on the way up to the front door.
“We’re from the Northwest Division, step aside.”
There’s nothing to tell them to act otherwise. They’re winning games and coasting through long stretches of the season, again.