A “David Zucker Game,” wherein South Park creators and cohorts Trey Parker and Matt Stone star as two overgrown, beer-chugging dimwits still stuck in their nonage.Too lazy to play basketball by the rules, and judging from the steady decline of sports and sportsmanship (“The Raiders moved from LA to Oakland and back to LA — no one in Los Angeles seemed to notice”; “The Oilers moved to Tennessee where there is no oil”), their driveway hybrid of basketball and baseball becomes a licensed sports franchise (albeit with intransigent rules capping salary, player-trades, team city-switches, etc.) after winning over local fans for its booboisie appeal. What starts off as an over-the-top parody of today’s state of sports, with downright hilariously crude gags and set-ups, quickly tapers off to a mere potty humor spoof with no concern — or at least inconsistent concerns — to its own rules of the game. (The cheerleaders parade around as leather-clad biker chicks.) Once Zucker and Co. lose focus of a theme, the broadly spread comedy, oft content at puerile innuendo (“My lobby needs buffing, if you know what I mean” — cut to Jenny McCarthy swinging a buffer), long schlong jokes, etc., infects the earlier stage it had set. The simple formula of repetition causes a mixed reaction and an uneven track record: it has to be funny the first time to keep repeating it, obviously not always the case. The addition of a romance, and the rift between the duo to form a penannular plotting reunion, only further takes the comedy away from where it was going. In the end, the surprisingly funny, though vulgar, energy of the first 30 minutes, is traded for distracted and unfocused vulgarity, without the inspired lampoonery.
With Yasmine Bleeth, Dian (“bitch”) Bachar, Ernest Borgnine, Robert Vaughn and Bob Costas.[See it if you must.]