Which makes me wonder why Will Ferrell didn’t just step around to the other side of the camera and put together a serious ABA documentary instead of floundering around in one more lamely gratuitous comedic farce. And the Denver Rockets sponsored a “halter-top night,” and once hired a woman named “Robota, the Wicked Witch of the West” to place a hex on an opposing team. It was the Indiana Pacers who hired a bear named Victor to tangle with wrestlers, local media celebrities and fans during a halftime show. The concept of the “ball girls”? That came from the Miami Floridians, whose own young ladies were more famous than the team. But really, its scriptwriters had to look no further for inspiration than the documented history of the ABA, a second-class basketball league that existed between 19. Semi-Pro may seem outrageously improbable. The bear runs loose for the rest of the film, occasionally attacking random characters.
A panicked Jackie suggests that frightened fans use small children as potential shields. He also wrestles a bear named “Dewie,” who later escapes and rampages through the arena. He bites himself and kicks tables during an owners’ meeting. Jackie threatens to “murder” a referee’s family. (They’re no different from what’s shown in most basketball movies-or in some rough basketball games.) Basketballs themselves are recipients of some serious violence: Monix actually stabs one with a knife. One of the referees is dragged across the arena floor while holding tightly onto someone’s legs.
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The Tropics get into a massive rumble with a rival team, and audiences see a host of punches, kicks and professional wrestling moves during the melee. The players at the table then take turns pointing the weapon at themselves, other people and various body parts while pulling the trigger, laughing uproariously-until, of course, the gun goes off, shooting a guy in his already broken arm. After a few tense moments, Lou bursts into laughter, saying the gun’s not loaded. Jackie’s hit song (titled “Love Me Sexy”) is played at the beginning, middle and end of the film, and contains a host of crass sexual images within its lyrics.Ī poker game turns ugly when somebody calls the Tropics’ color commentator (Lou Redwood) a “jive turkey.” Them’s fightin’ words for Lou, so he pulls a gun, threatening to shoot his mouthy rival.
“I always thought I’d sleep with a couple of you,” Jackie tells them, then he mourns his procrastination. The Tropics’ “ball girls,” meanwhile, parade about in skimpy white bikinis. On-air, the Tropics’ radio announcers discuss the merits of penis size. And tawdry tales are told of players’ sexual exploits, desires, girlfriends and wives. There are crass verbal references made to oral sex and masturbation. We hear how the Swedish are “excellent purveyors of pornography.” We hear how Jackie grabbed several players’ critical parts during an on-court fight. (The review would be too long and nobody’d read it.) We see a lingering shot of Jackie’s (clothed) crotch. And while in the throes of it (both remain clothed) Lynn’s boyfriend sneaks in to watch-and prepares to masturbate under a table.Īudiences are doused with much more sexual content than that, a good deal of which I won’t even bother reporting here. “There just happened to be two girls there.” Of course, this being a ribald and raunchy comedy, they can’t go for long without sex. His relationship with his old flame, Lynn, ends because Monix had (Lynn says) two affairs. Semi-Pro stages a full-court press in this area. You can’t wow the NBA with a team that draws about 80 fans a night and treats games like unwanted bubble wrap around halftime. So what if the ABA is about to go under? Some of the league’s more financially solvent teams might wind up being part of the National Basketball Association if that happens. Then there’s Jackie Moon, a singer who used the money from his solitary hit to buy the Tropics and now serves as owner, promoter, coach, power forward and PA announcer.ĭon’t decide to attend a game out of pity, either. And they just traded their washing machine for Ed Monix, who spent time riding the pine for the Boston Celtics. That Clarence “Coffee” Black is a pretty good player. Oh, sure, the Tropics have their attractions. The Tropics’ gameplay is about as entertaining as a good, thorough flossing. Trust me: Outside the possibility of winning a corn dog, there’s no reason to watch this hapless American Basketball Association franchise in action. If someone asks you this question, and you happen to live in a fictional overlay of Flint, Mich., circa 1976, politely decline and sprint to the nearest bus station. “Hey, man, you wanna groove on over to the arena and watch those jive basketball cats the Tropics put on a show?”
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