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| Taken on straightforward terms, Fired Up! is disposable teen comedy at its most perfunctory: fitfully amusing if we're being generous, cursed with two unusually unlikable lead actors, needlessly contrived, completely predictable, aimed squarely at the lowest common denominator. I do not choose to take the film on straightforward terms. When I watch this film, what I see is not a cardboard PG-13 sex comedy; or rather, I see that and I don't care. Fired Up! is rather a kind of anti-movie, peculiar and terrible in the most garish ways conceivable, closer perhaps to surrealism than legitimate Hollywood narrative cinema. First-time director Will Gluck and first-time writer Freedom Jones haven't just made a crappy cheerleader movie, they've made something that violates tens of rules governing classical filmmaking, not apparently because they are incompetent but because they are simply disinterested. I don't suppose that this was their conscious aim; Nor do I care what their conscious aim might have been. Even if it's by accident, Fired Up! is perhaps the most experimental film released to mainstream American cinemas in months, if not years.... 
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