It was one of those movies where the heroes keep pulling out bigger and bigger guns, spraying bullets, launching missiles, firing rockets, until they finally stop and scratch their heads, because the monster doesn't have a dent.
The monster in this case is Pekka Rinne, the Nashville goaltender who is so tall, he wears the crossbar as a belt.
And no matter what the Wings threw at him Tuesday night -- slap shots, backhanders, rebounds, pokes -- he had a stop as automatic as a tollbooth arm. Forty one Detroit shots. After 43 on Sunday.
And three Detroit goals to show for it? Not gonna cut it.