If Big Green was a successful example of the 90's kid's sports movie formula (sport + ragtag group of kids + unique coach=cinematic gold) then Ladybugs is a cautionary tale. Out of all the movies on the list, I would have to say this is my guilty pleasure pick. Hey, what can I say? Rodney Dangerfield is the man; have you seen Back to School? The sport in question this time is soccer, and Rodney plays Coach Chester, a low-level employee who wants to brown nose his way into a better position at work. His boss makes a simple proposition: take over the coaching duties of his teenage daughter's all-girl soccer team, and the job is as good as his. Of course, Chester's boss demands that they win. Of course, the team is awful. Luckily, Chester is engaged to Bess, who just happens to have a young son Matthew (Johnathan Brandis of Sea-Quest fame), who is an exceptional soccer player. Put two and two together. Chester convinces Matthew to join the Ladybugs and things spiral out of control from there. There are some laughs to be had for sure (the changing room scene makes me chuckle just thinking about it) but there are far too many cringe-worthy bad scenes that offset the good by about a ton (like an impromptu musical number with Jackée Harry and Rodney Dangerfield singing "Great Balls of Fire"). There is one scene, however, that almost makes up for this. Sally Anne Welfelt (Johna Stewart) is the team priss. The kind who is too uptight about her hair and junk to care about chasing a ball and sweating. She was the girl in your gym glass who would walk her laps instead of running them, hanging at the back of the pack and talking with her girlfriends. Not much could get a character like that interested in sports. Unless someone broke her nail. Then, well at least according to the movie Ladybugs, all bets are off. Sally Anne snaps and goes for blood, leaving adolescent-girl carnage in her wake as she scores a goal. Most notable, however, is the choice five-letter word young Sally Anna Welfelt utters in the midst of her rage, which makes the scene all the sweeter. Now, I'm in no way advocating the moral depravity of youngsters by encouraging cussing, but I will say this: I appreciate the fact that I grew up in an era when the people who made kid movies didn't feel the need to be so PC in order to get viewers. Take that Hannah Montana.