Every now & then Samuel L. Jackson makes a particularly bad film like "187." This is about five of those times shoved together w\ 10,000V flowing thru it, giving it a Frankenstein-like characteristic of shittiness.
Inner city high school gets new basketball guru to coach talented, yet impressionable youth who live in the ghetto. And it actually goes downhill from there. You'll wanna do two things whilst watching this :
1) Kill Ashanti for using her unborn kid as leverage against the star power forward or center or whatever the fuck the dude was on the team.
2) Turn on a good basketball flick like "Hoosiers."
This is MTV-produced shit at its worst. To paraphrase a superior film, I'd rather piss glass than watch Coach Carter.