Some urban grit manages to cling to the players' sneakers, making this glorified TV movie somewhat more than just Dangerous Jockstraps. Metal detectors greet students daily.
Shootings are a constant threat.
Pot is openly smoked in the grungy locker room where sex acts, actual or imagined, are raunchily detailed. Perlman, who takes the coaching gig for extra cash, is no saint herself. She's a washout with men and isn't keen on her new part-time job. Scruffy and foulmouthed, they're Dead End Kids for the '90s. The camera fails to capture the basketball action to its best advantage, and it really isn't explained how the players become so talented so quickly.