The Benchwarmers

The Benchwarmers is better than it should have been. Only, that's not saying much.

Even Jon Lovitz with a Batmobile, a dwarf attack in a playroom, and David Spade's best wig ever can't save this mawkish misfire.

Just when the baseball slapstick starts wearing thin, a final-reel gush of truly cynical sentiment on behalf of the physically challenged sends the ordeal-factor off the scale.

Highbrow humour is not the film's strong point but there's no faulting the sincerity of this against-all-odds comedy.

The Benchwarmers strikes out. Again and again and again.

Like pretty much everything else bearing Happy Madison's name, The Benchwarmers kind of sucks.

It takes a very special person to enjoy The Benchwarmers. I am such a person.

A very bad movie and that unfortunately will raise enough money at the box office to continue financing this kind of nonsense. [Full Review in Spanish]

In the last line of the film, as the final credits thankfully disappear, Richie casually says "that was a waste of time wasn't it?" Yes. Definitely.

It doesn't take a genius to work out what's on offer: toilet humour, physical comedy, more toilet humour and an Americans-do-it-best schmaltzy climax.