Three minor delinquints (Danes, Ribisi, and Epps) are recruited by a cop (Farina) to bust a cop/drug ring that preys on teens. A tragic turn of events quickly finds them working to clear their names.
The film's resolute failure is clearly a group effort requiring not just an awful script and flat-footed direction, but also terrible acting, an intrusive and derivative score, and a plot that seems to have been lifted from an unproduced Baretta teleplay.
It's a terrible movie, really, but I'm not hard-hearted enough to condemn it, because it brings back some of the scrappy feel of '70s TV action series.
Whatever countercultural kick the original Mod Squad had going for it, it has long since faded like a favorite pair of blue jeans, the kind you remember fondly but wouldn't dream of wearing again.
If only the filmmakers had paid as much attention to plot as they did to the soundtrack, The Mod Squad might have had a reason for existence (other than raking in profits from gullible opening-weekend audiences).
