The saving grace of Fired Up! is that the movie knows what a vapid piece of shit it appears to be. Just like Bring It On, the best cheerleading movie ever, Fired Up! is in on the joke. And it has to be, to see any success at all with a plot about two mildly attractive teenage boys who attend a national cheerleading camp with the simple goal of getting laid.

High-school seniors Shawn and Nick have gone through just about every willing (straight) girl at their school (and when I say gone through, I mean it literally, as in penetrated). It’s almost summer, they need fresh meat, and the idea of going to football camp with their curse-happy coach and drunken teammates sounds about as sexy as sticking leeches on their dicks.

So they pull a Zack Morris and scheme a way onto their school’s struggling cheer squad just in time to attend cheer camp. And wouldn’t you know it, they’re the only straight dudes in the whole place (who aren’t wearing mascot costumes 24/7, anyway), so of course the two of them proceed to plow through the female population.

What I appreciated most was that even though the dudes are complete players, the girls see through their ploy and let them have their fun—though they’d happily sleep with either guy even without the trite comparisons of eyes to stars and all that shit. These girls know what they’re doing (thank Christ), and they wanna get laid as much as anyone. And then, you know, of course one of the boy sluts ends up falling in love. Of course! But whatever, it’s cute.

Besides that, the jokes are actually funny. Sometimes they’re juvenile, yeah, but I have the sense of humor of a 12-year-old boy, so I even laughed at those (like when Nick rhymed Rick with Dick—oooh, good one!). All the gay sex jokes started getting a little uncomfortable after a while, though, since I was sitting next to some kids’ grandparents. I’m pretty sure they didn’t think it was funny at all. So maybe don’t bring grandma to this one. recommended