Stunted, working-stiff Danny and perpetual teenage-boy Wheeler have been bad.
Real bad. They are the salesman and mascot for an energy drink campaign to keep kids off drugs and on caffeine and taurine, and they are going nowhere fast. Fast because they’re all hopped up on "Minotaur," the amped drink they’re hawking.

Here comes the misbehaving part: Danny’s girlfriend Beth breaks up with him
because she’s sick of him being a negative, complaining a-hole. He, in turn, melts down during a high school rally and storms out with his snorting sidekick in tow. Danny proceeds to assault a cop, a tow truck driver and the official Minotaur company vehicle before getting himself, and Wheeler, arrested.

These two menaces are sentenced to 150 hours of community service at “Sturdy
Wings” mentoring attention-deprived kids. Yes, they are supposed to be Role Models. Naturally, the boys they’re paired with prove a daunting challenge for the men’s tiny brains. Uptight Danny (Paul Rudd, Knocked Up and 40-Year-Old Virgin) gets matched with 16-year-old Augie, who lacks social ability but has mad skills at the medieval roleplaying game “Laire”. Wheeler (Seann William Scott, Dukes of Hazzard and The Rundown) lands foul-mouthed Ronnie, whose vocabulary could strip the lacquer off of a dining room table. And the chairs.

The director of Sturdy Wings is Gayle, an ex-druggie, bullshit loathing, she-man
who automatically hates these two for the simple reason that their presence is court-ordered. Played by Jane Lynch (40-Year-Old Virgin, multiple Christopher Guest movies), her rode-hard-and-put-away-wet character steals every scene.

This movie was, unfortunately, everything I thought it would be. 60 seconds in,
clichéd man-whore Wheeler gets out of a beautiful bimbo’s car and asks Danny to smell his fingers. This is a clue of what he did the night before—her. Danny is a decent, albeit depressed, guy who unconvincingly transforms into an uncaring, rule-breaking shithead. All because he was unhappily employed and then got dumped. If I went on an anarchic, lawless temper-tantrum every time this happened, I’d be a career criminal.

Depressingly, Danny and Wheeler are on the same maturity level as the boys they
are supposed to be guiding. This must be part of the “idiot guy-movie” formula, along with the other trite crap in this flick: lesbian jokes; plenty of male and female body part references; pooping in a bucket; whispering eye (which is Olde English for vagina); sword jokes; hot girls jogging in short-shorts; and attempted sex in the woods.

All of this nonsense culminates in a Laire battle royale with all four boys dressed
as the hair-and-makeup band Kiss. Ronnie’s and Augie’s parents, disinterested until now, show up. So do Beth, Jean, and maybe the tow truck driver and the cop. I think I blacked out at this point.

There are some entertaining moments, don’t get me wrong. It’s always humorous
when kids swear a blue streak at dumb adults. Augie was sweet and vulnerable, happy when someone gave a shit. Danny sang an adorable solo to his ex, dressed in full Paul Stanley regalia. You known the song: Beth.

While Role Models wasn’t my idea of a fun night at the movies, my 19-year old
male friend (read: target demographic) went apeshit over it. Cameron’s exact words were, “That was f-ing hilarious! I would pay to see that again!”

On the other hand, if I stumbled across this movie on a free HBO weekend, I might not change the channel.