Seann William Scott is the best comic Neanderthal in Hollywood (American Pie, Role Models), and he's found the perfect story in this fictionalized adaptation of a memoir by minor-league hockey brawler Doug Smith. After clobbering an enraged player in the stands at a game, Doug Glatt (Scott) is recruited as an enforcer by his hometown team in Massachusetts; he can barely skate, but he has a punch like a cinder block. ("You've been touched by the fist of God," the coach advises him.) Doug's dad (Eugene Levy), a respectable Jewish doctor, disapproves of his thuggery on the ice, and Scott easily locates the pathos of a guy who accepts his own stupidity. This father-son conflict never comes to a head, but a more primal version of it plays out on the ice as the sports media begin to hype a matchup between Doug and his professional hero, an aging goon (Liev Schreiber) who's about to retire from the game. Michael Dowse directed a screenplay by Evan Goldberg (Superbad) and Jay Baruchel, who also plays Doug's pal.