While performing at the top level of paintball, yeah, paintball, Bobby Dukes arrived at the games pinnacle, only to be caught wiping paint residue from his clothes during a championship bout. He was disgraced – natch – and removed himself to South America. Even as his time down south isn’t ever expounded upon, viewers do get a few glimpses of Corddry running around the forest with his sister, training for a comeback. A film beginning in such auspicious tones – earthy ones – is sure to be comedically successful, right?
After being introduced to Bobby Dukes, the remainder of the film is dedicated to the character trying to find enough willing and able bodies to help him play the game again. Locating a squirrelly ref from the paintball field (range?...if I knew the proper nomenclature, I’d be bummed.), Dukes puts together a unit consisting of a few burly looking misfits. And after practicing for what seems like an interminable amount of time, the crew sets up a match with some douche from SNL who was, at one point, Dukes’ buddy. To make matters worse, said douche, is now doinking his ex-girlfriend, a frightful wretch as vein as anyone you can imagine.
As the matches’ date arrives, viewers are taken, by shaky, handi-cam, into the arena where all involved ham it up like paintball’s a proper athletic event. Maybe it is. But Dukes takes a hit while diving behind some cover, it’s wiped off by the grass, but to resolve his previous transgression, gives himself up, leaving only one tough guy on his team to take out the remaining opponents.
It all works out for the best and Corddry’s character gets what he wanted. Success, or at least a return to it. Whether Bobby Dukes is worth watching depends on one’s ability to stomach nonsense. But it’s tasteful nonsense.