Have you ever wondered what would happen if you let a stoned teenage boy write a script while kicking back at the local recreation center? If you have, Balls of Fury is for you.

Some idiot screws up playing ping pong and becomes a has-been. The FBI needs him to do a secret mission and he has to return to the world of ping pong. There are old Asian guy teachers, hot Asian chicks who can kick ass, and blow darts.

The first fifteen minutes of this movie were promising. Dan Fogler who plays Randy Dakota, the ping pong wash out, actually can do sincere emotion. There were chuckles, terrible situations and ridiculousness. The premise is a stupid one, but a funny stupid one. I tried not to, but I laughed during the first few minutes.

Then, with all the strength the director Ben Grant, his team of writers and actors can muster, the movie implodes. It is like another writer picked up where the first one left off. The movie is riddled with butt and gay jokes. They stick things up their butts, they walk around with things up their butts, they are visited by gay courtesans, and it never ends. Director Ben Grant and writers Thomas Lennon and Ben Garant should get off the crack pipe, go to narcotics anonymous and go back to writer's school. Only after treatment and graduation would the writers be allowed to grace my eyes with their cinematic drivel again.

Following the lame comedy formula, the movie has its very own, terribly awkward, unchoreographed scene where Dan Fogler flairs about in an attempt to dance.