Nobody should be offended by this ensemble juvenile comedy. Nobody should become indignant at the waste of talent. Nobody should be too entertained either.
For one thing, Stern is a born second banana who makes a thin comedy lead in this movie, frequently resorting to crossing his eyes for comic effect.
Not that he has a lot to work with in a four-author script about a delivery-man, Stern, who is framed for murder by Heald, a crooked businessman. While running away, Stern is mistaken for a scout leader who is supposed to be taking a half-dozen scouts off on a camping trip in the mountains.
The kids are not the stereotypical melting-pot collection. There is no black youngster, and the chubby one isn't the butt of everyone's jokes; a token girl, Janna Michaels, seems included just to fill a roster spot, though Ari Greenberg, as the group's nerd, seems shoehorned in too.
The funniest character is Brad Sullivan, whose wizened, officious demeanor makes him an ideal small-town sheriff, judge or, in this case, the real scoutmaster whom Stern is impersonating. The humor runs to slapstick, such as Stern slamming into a mountain nose first or the boys urinating over the side of a mountain in an extended sequence. It's that kind of movie. (PG-13)