‘Balls of Fury’ follows tradition of ‘Reno 911!’

The comedy about pingpong is a spoof of kung fu movies.

By STEVEN REA

PHILADELPHIA INQUIRER

“Welcome to the underbelly of pingpong,” says the sage Chinese master — make that the blind sage Chinese master — in the latest merrily stupid sports comedy, Thomas Lennon and Robert Ben Garant’s “Balls of Fury.”

A flagrant steal of the Bruce Lee martial arts classic “Enter the Dragon,” this goofball farce substitutes table tennis for kung fu, as a skilled paddler infiltrates a crime king’s lavish lair, using pingpong prowess as a calling card.

Dan Fogler, a Tony winner for “The 25th Annual Putnam County Spelling Bee,” makes his segue from stage to screen, starring as Randy Daytona, a pingpong champion gone to seed, and offered redemption when he’s recruited by the FBI. Fogler, a comic actor in the tradition of John Belushi and Jack Black (slobby, eye-rolling, funny), carries “Balls of Fury” fairly effortlessly, and Christopher Walken does his shtick as the villainous Feng — a gun-running pingpong obsessive whose wardrobe represents a sartorial mind-meld between latter-day Elvis and the most flamboyant Fu Manchu.

Cast

James Hong, who has gamely parodied his countrymen in “Seinfeld” and “Airplane!,” plays the Chinatown restaurateur and pingpong guru Wong. He offers kernels of wisdom to his paunchy protégé — and runs him through a rigorous training program that includes locking Daytona in a freezer with a swarm of bees and a fly swatter. A lithe Maggie Q is Randy’s improbable love interest — she plays Maggie, Master Wong’s niece, and Master Wong’s number one student. Her backhand is to die for.

And George Rodriguez is onboard as the FBI guy who gets Daytona to go undercover, and then tags along on his adventures in Feng’s palatial Central American digs.

Wears thin

Co-writers Garant and Lennon are the perps behind “Reno 911!,” and while “Balls of Fury” is slightly more sophisticated in its comic strategies, “slightly” remains the operative word. (Lennon also co-stars as Randy Daytona’s long-ago Olympics nemesis, East German Karl Wolfschtagg.) Garant directs, deploying furious pingpong volleys and spurious pastiches of the underdog genre.

Even at just 90 minutes, “Balls of Fury” — with its caricatures of the Asian underworld, with its G-man malarkey and gay jokes (Feng keeps an all-boy bevy of sex slaves) — begins to outstay its welcome.

But when the tournament that brings together the world’s best pingpong players begins, it’s hard not to laugh as Daytona realizes the fate awaiting the loser in each round.

“You killed him!” he yelps to Walken’s Feng, as another pingponger bites the dust.

“What part of ‘sudden death’ didn’t you understand?” comes the actor’s dry riposte.