Jocks is Crown International’s attempt to cash in on the teen sex comedy boom, but it feels like a party that showed up late with the wrong mix tape. Centered around a misfit college tennis team sent to Vegas for a tournament, this one blends raunch, racket sports, and a barely-there plot like it’s trying to hit Porky’s with a Wilson racquet. Unfortunately, it mostly double-faults.
The cast, which includes a visibly bemused Richard Roundtree as the coach and an early role for Mariska Hargitay, tries to make sense of the chaos, but the jokes land with all the grace of a missed serve. There are a few moments of accidental weirdness that remind you you’re watching a Crown flick—out-of-place synth stingers, awkward dialogue, and sudden nudity like a contractual obligation—but even by CIPI standards, Jocks feels phoned-in.
Still, for fans of ‘80s VHS detritus, Jocks has its charm as a period artifact: the clothes, the hair, the synthpop, and the utter lack of any moral center. It’s not a good movie, but it’s very much a Crown movie—which, depending on your taste, might be enough.
Verdict: A low-stakes, lowbrow sports comedy best served with fuzzy memories and low expectations.
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