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I was bored well before the end, but found the first half hour pretty funny.
Los Angeles Times:
If you're old enough to see this movie without a parent or guardian and all that sounds encouraging, this review has failed, and failed badly.
Their incessant, obscene banter is meant to be endearing; their total lack of presence makes it simply annoying.
Jenny McCarthy and Ernest Borgnine -- together at last.
San Francisco Chronicle:
The comedy sets up some very big targets -- the commercialization of sport, crass franchise owners, sentimental idolatry of players, exploitation of foreign workers by superstar merchandisers -- and then lobs tiny spitballs at them.
The vulgar, obvious humor of Zucker brother David and South Park creators Trey Parker and Matt Stone elicits easy, guilty laughs, yet the material has an underlying innocence that's just shy of good clean fun.
What kind of movie is it where Yasmine Bleeth is the best thing about it?