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The teensploitation premise is like something a porn filmmaker from the '70s might have come up with. But Fired Up! has one added quirk: The script, credited to Freedom Jones, is a riot of tongue-twisting ironic sleaze -- it sounds like the first (and last) collaboration between Diablo Cody and Artie Lange.

I didn't half-mind Fired Up, but half a mind is more than it deserves.

Passable in its efficiency, Fired Up! is less offensive than it might have been while also managing to be staggeringly uninspired.

If you loved "Wedding Crashers," then, for all intents and purposes, you've already seen Fired Up – because this new movie borrows from the 2005 Vince Vaughn/Owen Wilson hit with such utter shamelessness, you have to wonder if royalty checks are already in the mail.

Fired Up feels like everybody's first time doing anything - writing, acting, directing, cheerleading.

It's like being trapped for an hour-and-a-half in a pound full of yappy puppies.

Here is a movie that will do for cheerleading what "Friday the 13th" did for summer camp.

We're light years away from "Animal House," sure, but who ever thought we would long for the richer, funnier dignity of "American Pie?"

Will Gluck directs with frantic, go-for-broke pacing, which is what you do when your reserves of wit are bankrupt.

On the off chance that anyone out there would want to spend time with guys like this—and would appreciate a bonus plug for Staples' recycled paper products, too--this movie has been made just for them.