Balls of Fury
Director: Robert Ben Garant
Cast: Dan Fogler, Christopher Walken, Maggie Q
Balls of Fury is the latest in the trend of b-sport comedic movies (Dogeball, Blackballed, Blades of Glory). This time the creators of Reno 911 have created a film everyone will forget in a couple of weeks.
Not to say it’s all bad. In fact if you’re looking for a movie completely devoid of anything but half hearted silliness, you might enjoy this. That said; keep those expectations low my friends. Very, very low.
Most of the humor derives from Ping pong’s nerdy image which I take exception to. Every four years I’m disgusted with the hours of Olympic swimming and running footage while the most exciting and action packed sport (ping pong) gets only a few seconds on a highlight real. But about this movie. The scene is set at the ‘88 Olympics where Fogler is a ping pong rock star. He is disgraced and years later is forced to turn ping-pong tricks in Reno.
His career is revived when the FBI track him down to go undercover. His mission: to infiltrate the high-stakes underground ping pong competition hosted by the master villain Christopher Walken.
Dan Fogler does his best Jack Black impression throughout the film. Which is just great since what the world needs more than anything is more fat, air guitar, manic comedians.
Sadly, the biggest let down of the film is Christopher Walken. Ordinarily a beacon of light, this man gives nothing. You can accept bad jokes and silliness from the cast of b-grade actors, but from Christopher we expect more, yet get nothing.