Judging from this low-scoring sports comedy about the mystique of men with balls, Will Ferrell needs to call a time-out from belly baring to refocus his fan-favorite game of playing clueless male doofuses.
Chillingly devoid of laughs, and looks like some deconstructionist experiment, deliberately draining the comedy genre of jokes to show the parched, pointless story-skeleton beneath.
Our hesitation to identify [Ferrell] as the genuinely funny star of comedies such as Old School and Anchorman comes after seeing this actor's halfhearted, disconcertingly crude and only occasionally amusing performance.
For die-hard Ferrell fans, this could be the ultimate test. He has been playing variations of Elf for five years, and his antics have grown as stale as Jackie's socks.
I loved Ferrell in Stranger Than Fiction; liked him in Old School and Talladega Nights. Yet, except for a skyhook or two, his work in Semi-Pro is strictly amateur.
Erratic, overlong and repetitive, Semi-Pro seems not to have been written but sketched out in chalkboard diagrams before the actors took their marks in front of the cameras.
Semi-Pro is precisely that: a movie that is sort of professionally made and sort of professionally acted with no serious expectations beyond earning money and offering audience members some passing entertainment.
Semi-Pro goes up for the dunk and misses the hoop, the backboard and the point. Instead, it manages to both strike out and get sacked. Whose idea was it to remake Slap Shot a la Jerry Lewis?