Balls of Fury Reviews
Balls of Fury also scores points, so to speak, for coming up with its own sports context. Talladega Nights had NASCAR. Blades of Glory had the world of figure skating. Ping-Pong has . . . rec rooms?
[Question:] Balls of Fury is a movie about: a. A former table-tennis prodigy enlisted by the FBI to infiltrate the underground Ping-Pong tournament of a legendary Chinese criminal. b. Suppository jokes. c. Nothing worth discussing.
Lennon, Garant and Fogler are masters of the prolonged punch line, extending a joke so far that it hits funny, whizzes into the stands, then bounces back. The same, come to think of it, could be said for their movie.
It's schlocky and tasteless but also good-natured and harmless, and the people who come out to see it will get just what they want: 90 minutes of freewheeling, switch-off-your-brain laughs.
Relentlessly silly in spoofing martial-arts movie conventions, Balls of Fury has roughly enough laughs for a first-class trailer but wheezes, gasps and finally goes flat through much of its 90 minutes.
Christopher Walken does not actually show up in Asian drag until halfway through Balls of Fury -- not enough to salvage this mostly unfunny, extremely silly pingpong comedy.