Here's a notion in filmdom that's termiting its way to the top: screw fresh ideas. Instead let's take an old, moth-eaten one and amp it up real good - sound, graphics, general clamor, the whole hoggity-hog. Then let's take this tale of endless din and flying sweat and give it a really cool name. Throw in some snazzy threads, a mo'bike or two, a couple of super fast songs with - what's that the kids are into these days - that's right, hip-hop beats and wrap it up with easy laughs all around. A film, ladies and gentlemen. Yours for the faking.