Rebound, in which mugging Martin Lawrence plays a disgraced college basketball coach who offers to lead his former junior high’s miserable team as a form of penance, intermittently captures the pitiable nature of awkward kids learning a new sport, including a
sad shot of a free-throw attempt lamely returning to earth halfway down the lane. For the most part, however, it only exerts itself when reaching for the lowest common denominator – no joke is too obvious, no inspirational moment too sentimental, no big-game climax too cliched. The movie is so broad, you could plaster at least 200 of its own posters on it.
