This shit was painful. I mean like this was a turd with a barb on it. There was not a single redeeming value to this movie. Well besides everyone's favorite Chinese man who always looks drunk, Victor Wong. If you've seen the first movie you know the deal: 3 very white brothers with first-draft nicknames (Colt, Rocky and Tum-Tum) learn to be 'ninjas' from their mother's father. Aside from the subjuvenile action and sigh-inducing, head-shaking 'comedy' the most insulting part of this movie is the fact that the grandfather is obviously asian but his daughter is obviously not asian and the grandsons are again obviously not asian. I saw the first movie over a decade ago and being the youngest of 3 brothers it certainly appealled to my desire to be a day-saving ninja trio with my 2 older brothers. Even for a very brief period after seeing the first movie, I tried to constantly be eating candy like the youngest of the 3 Ninjas, Tum-Tum. We knew that wasn't enough though, so every snow day or holiday we had off from school but our parents worked, the living room and its sofa cushions became our ninja training ground. Whether they became the obstacle to crawl under, the wall to jump over or the punching bag to perfect our amazing roundhouse kicks on, we always practiced tirelessly for a good 15 minutes! Would it have had any less of an effect on me if the '3 Nnjas' were as asian as their grandfather or at least, I don't know... a quarter Japanese?
Whatever. The damage is done. The moral of the story here is: This movie is horrible on every level.
