In 1976 there was a little comedy flick that came out of nowhere and became a pretty big hit with kids and adults alike. It was called The Bad News Bears, and it went on to yield more knockoffs, copycats, and ripoffs than Rolex and Gucci combined. Here Come the Tigers was only one of the first, but it still stands as one of the absolute worst.
Starring no one you've ever heard of and jam-packed with kids you'll want to smack from frame one, Here Come the Tigers is such a blatant piece of plagiarism that I'm surprised Paramount didn't sue the producers -- like Universal did in '81 when some Italian schlock-merchants slapped together a Jaws copycat entitled Great White.
The "plot" of Tigers involves a little league team full of foul-mouthed, fart-happy idiots, one that's coached by a dorky young cop who could only be more bereft of personality were the character played by a department store mannequin. So anyway, the team really stinks before they enlist a Japanese slugger and a deaf pitcher, and then they win the big game and everyone cheers and I'm mercifully allowed to hit STOP on my DVD player.
It's not that I have a problem with the fact that Here Come the Tigers is derivative, low-budget, or laden with amateurs. I've seen plenty of half-decent movies that overcome such trappings and forge some entertaining ground of their own. Such is so clearly not the case with Here Come the Tigers that I almost regret bringing it up. This is a monumentally bad piece of filmmaking, from the Sesame Street-style sound effects that punctuate the slapstick material to the flick's off-putting allegiance to slimy boogers, pointless profanity, and the surefire comedic arsenal known as "fart noises."
Worthy of (nominal) note as the flick that Sean Cunningham directed before he hit the Friday the 13th jackpot, Here Come the Tigers is six kinds of torture packed into 80-some life-sucking minutes. It's not funny, it's not cute, and it's certainly not well-made. Unless you're one of the kids who actually got to act in this movie, there's no conceivable reason you'd ever need to see it. And even then I'd recommend you avoid the thing at all costs.
Video: The anamorphic widescreen (1.85:1) transfer is, frankly, better than the movie deserves.
Audio: Dolby Digital 2.0, with optional subtitles in English and French.
Extras: Zero. And that's just fine by me. Actually, there's a boat-load of trailers for Agent Cody Banks, Are We There Yet?, Daddy Day Care, Dust to Glory, Madison, The Master of Disguise, Open Season, The Rocky Anthology, Stuart Little 3, The Partridge Family, and Zathura.
So basically ... Sean Cunningham went directly from a Bad News Bears rip-off to a Halloween rip-off, one of which made huge money and birthed a mega-franchise, and one that earned a quick death and a trip into obscurity, which is where it should have stayed.