If anything, Wheels of Fortune lands in the stupid funny category that also shelters Talladega Nights, Hot Rod, Jackass and Joe Dirt. By no means would it ever be a masterpiece but it's the kind of thing you put on when you're either stoned/hungover or really, really bored and don't want to focus on anything substantial. Personally, I had a different reason but still.
Bo Jackson is a Tennessee-born and bred loser. Ever since he gave up his chance at winning a race as a kid, everything for him is a loss. As an adult, Bo and his best friend, known only as Noodle, are mechanics for a jerkass racer. But, unbeknownst to the duo, the very wealthy Phineus Davis has died and his will reveals that he has an illegitimate son. You guessed it, it's Bo. And so his unbearably mean-spirited daughter Chrissy, clueless son Oswald and their lawyer Jason are off to find Bo, whose inheritance relies solely on winning a series of sporting events.
It hits every cliche note in the head but the chemistry between the protagonists, as well as some committed performances from its C-list cast. Matt Jones seems like he and Danny McBride should do a movie together. Jeff Fahey is one of the film's few saving graces. Of course, the female character with the most screentime, Bo's crush and Noodle's stepmother (it makes as little sense as the movie overall does) Mandy, is possibly the best of the leads. I watched it once to find myself among the extras. I did (look for the guy who reacts to Bo crashing a moped) and I don't need to watch it again.
