This would-be comedy, about a professional basketball player who tries out for a women’s team, is so astonishingly, obviously bad you’re left wondering who even considered going to see it. I suppose star Miguel A. Nunez Jr. has a few relatives who attended out of duty, but for the rest of us, the broad, redundant images of Nunez dancing around in a bra and speaking in a strained falsetto sound less like entertainment than cruel and unusual punishment. I don’t know about you, but I did nothing to deserve this.
