There's no point asking Jay Baruchel what he is most proud of. It's not the movies or TV series he's written, directed or starred in. He's already blurted it out: "It's the thing I'm most proud of is my family tree. I've been at it for seven or eight years, building it step by step. I traced my mom's side back to the 1600s. The records are sparse, but it can be done."
The setting for the conversation is a café on College Street in Toronto. The table is littered with coffee and teacups and the remains of pastries. Me, I'm sitting with Jay Baruchel and Eoin O'Callaghan and we're actually talking soccer. Just three guys shooting the breeze about players, teams, managers. Around us in the mid-morning quiet, elderly Italian men are doing exactly the same.
Eoin's views on most soccer matters are already clear to me. I've known the 30-year-old Irishman for years, since he was an anchor on Fox Soccer Report, a much-missed nightly soccer news program, made for the Fox Soccer channel out of Winnipeg, of all places, in the mid-2000s. We have sat in cafés and bars in Winnipeg, Toronto, Montreal and Dublin talking the hell out of soccer. Jay Baruchel, the 34-year-old actor from Montreal, is not someone I know in the same way. But I feel I know him a bit. I'm tempted to just call him "Jay." See, I've been hearing about Eoin's adventures with Jay for years.
The artistic culmination of those adventures is the reason for meeting in this café. It's Celtic Soul, a beautifully eccentric road-trip documentary in which Eoin takes Jay to the west of Ireland to connect with his Irish family roots, and then on to Scotland where Jay sees, for the first time, Glasgow Celtic play. Celtic is his favourite soccer team. He's been a fanatical supporter since he was a kid.
Like me, Jay came to know Eoin through Fox Soccer Report. He started following Eoin on Twitter; Eoin noticed and they began an online correspondence. Jay told Eoin about his devotion to Celtic. In the documentary (it opened for a limited run at the Bloor Hot Docs Cinema in Toronto on Friday and airs on Super Channel, which funded it, on Jan. 2), Jay explains the experience of first seeing a Celtic game on TV and witnessing the intensity of it; the songs and the chants. "If you have a pulse, you get swept away by it. At least I did."
As the online friendship grew, Jay told Eoin about his research into his family history in Ireland. "My mom's Catholic, my dad's Jewish and I'm a Habs fan. But I'm fascinated by the roots of everything. In Montreal, if you're Catholic, you're drawn to the Habs. Around the world, if you're Catholic, you're drawn to Celtic. I knew all about my mom's Catholic roots in Ireland. I'd studied the whole history of it."
Eoin, too, was swept away – by Jay's fixation on Ireland and Glasgow Celtic. He cooked up the premise of the doc – take Jay to Ireland and to see Celtic play in Glasgow, a journey home to connect with ancestry; a coming-of-age tale ending in an assignation with what fascinated Jay as a child. Jay liked the idea and, although his schedule is always full, he committed to doing it.
The only problem was getting it made. When Fox Soccer Report was cancelled, Eoin returned to Ireland. Jay was busy with Seth Rogen's movie This Is the End and developing the sequel to the hockey movie Goon. But they were both a bit fanatical about making it. It was, after all, about Jay's personal roots. (My minor personal connection is this: In September, 2013, I ran into Michael McNamara of Markham Street Films, and mentioned Eoin's idea to him. McNamara's eyes lit up and, one thing leading to another, Markham Street made Celtic Soul, with aplomb.)
One February day, a jet-lagged Jay turned up at Eoin's place in Dublin and they got started.
The film is at times very funny, and then deeply poignant. "I thought I knew what I was getting into," Jay says now. "We'd developed this for two years. It was going to be about sports, me in Ireland and in Glasgow. It would be fun and, maybe, meaningful. And then there were beautiful emotional moments that stunned me."
One of those moments is Jay, standing in the rain in Westport, County Mayo, looking for the exact location of the home of his mother's ancestors, the O'Malleys. A local man, whose door he knocked upon, pointed him down the street.
The place where the O'Malley house stood is empty, the progress of the town having eliminated part of the street. Barely able to contain himself, Jay looks around. "I've walked this town dozens of times on Google maps. I know every inch of it," he says.
Then he begins a small, passionate rant about how Catholics, back then, were second-class citizens and the records of their lives mattered less.
"And oh, the pub in Westport," Jay says with intensity now, of the moment he was brought to tears, hearing locals in Westport sing traditional songs of lament about immigration. "For me, some of the history was academic. This was real, and the feeling caught me by surprise. I walked out of the pub. I was overcome, I guess. And I got lost in this town in the dark. And at the same time, I wasn't lost. I just knew I was where my ancestors walked, so I couldn't really be lost. No words can describe that feeling. It was one of those times when it is best not to try to find the words."
There are funny moments surrounding the poignancy. In part, Celtic Soul is just two lads in a car, riffing on the Steve Coogan/Rob Brydon movie The Trip. Eoin and Jay amuse themselves imitating BBC radio accents and Jay complains about Eoin's driving. In Galway, Eoin takes Jay to a Gaelic hurling match. A small fuss is made about Jay's attendance when the match ends. One member of the hurling team makes a presentation to him. But no one seems terribly sure who Jay is, exactly. They know he's famous though. Then the camera pans to the hurling player signing autographs for his fans, not Jay's. The guy with the hurley stick is definitely famous in Galway.
The film's deft fusion of fun and heartfelt personal discovery becomes emotionally rounded and complete in Glasgow. Celtic is a unique sporting institution. The club was founded as a charitable organization in St. Mary's church hall in the Catholic slums of Glasgow in 1887. When Eoin and Jay visit the current parish priest at St. Mary's, he explains, in hushed tones, the seriousness of purpose behind the soccer club: Raise money for charity, feed kids and keep them in school. Jay is awed by it and, when the priest presents him with a personalized Celtic jersey, the gesture has a religious quality to it.
"That shocked me," Jays says. "That priest, the jersey, the story, it was this visceral connection to Celtic, a club I thought I knew about. It was joyful, emotional and sad and I never expected these feelings to come up. It wasn't just a road trip to see my favourite team play."
In the end, Eoin and Jay see Glasgow Celtic play Inverness at Celtic Park. Before that, they are given the extraordinary honour of playing soccer with Celtic players at their training ground. It's a gorgeous scene, the journey into the misty fields. Neither of the visitors is very good at the game. But that's all right – they made a marvellous documentary film that's funny, tender and full of warmth and wisdom about finding home, where your soul belongs. Well done, the lads.
Celtic Soul screens at Toronto's Bloor Hot Docs Cinema through Dec. 1 (hotdocscinema.ca).