Have you ever wondered what sort of wacky hijinks would ensue if the two most popular kids on your high school football team decided to become cheerleaders in order to score chicks?

Then you’re either a moron or one of the minds responsible for the new film “Fired Up!”

The film follows Nick (Eric Christian Olsen) and Shawn (Nicholas D’Agosto), two high school football stars who love nothing more than hooking up with fine ladies.

Now, try to stay with me here, because this is where the story gets complicated.

These two figure out that in order to score more chicks, they need to become cheerleaders and go to cheer camp.

You see, it’s funny and unexpected because usually, football players are not cheerleaders.

All sarcasm aside, Nick and Shawn find their plan to hook up with as many fine ladies as possible complicated when Nick starts to fall for Carly (Sarah Roemer), the captain of his own cheerleading squad.

The film progresses exactly as one would expect.

The plot is straight of the late 1980s or early 1990s.

If you’ve seen a teen sex romp in the past few decades, you’ve already got a pretty good idea of what to expect.

But if you were expecting this film to shine in the plot department, then you’re pretty much beyond my help.

The film definitely relies on a tried and true teen movie formula to get its utterly cliché message across.

Don’t go see it expecting anything new.

Even the characters feel recycled.

The two football players and the head cheerleader are pretty obvious, but also making a predictable appearances are the head cheerleader’s douchebag boyfriend, here in the form of Dr. Rick (David Walton), and an excitable gay stereotype who goes by Brewster (Adhir Kalyan).

And the movie wouldn’t be complete without the nefarious antagonist cheerleading squad the Panthers, with their squad captain, Gwyneth (AnnaLynne McCord).

While most everything about the movie feels like filler, it does have its high points. Olsen and D’Agosto are charismatic in their douchebaggery and deliver their jokes competently.

The humor manages to squeeze chuckles out of the audience frequently enough to keep you from falling asleep in your chair.

The utterly simplistic plotline doesn’t get in the way of the juvenile humor.

And there are lots and lots of scantily clad cheerleaders parading across screen at all times.

Sometimes, they stretch and bend over.

Ultimately, “Fired Up!” isn’t going to do much for someone looking for a meaningful cinematic experience.

And it’s probably barely going to satisfy those looking for some mindless fun after the awards season deluge of drama.

But, if you’re into teen sex romps and don’t mind sifting through a huge pile of drivel to get a couple decent jokes, then “Fired Up!” will suit you just fine.

Honestly though, you’re better off saving your money. Better films are due out soon.