JB Bernstein's (Jon Hamm) agency isn't doing as well as he would have hoped with his prime target playing him like Hemingway working a swordfish. He then latches on the idea of a promotion (funded by a Chinese investor (Tzi Ma) in India, to get young Indians who presumably all play cricket (you know, the way every American boy plays baseball) to choose someone over there capable of becoming a Major League Baseball player over here, because, well, that's a billion hats and t-shirts selling over in India when one of their own becomes a baseball star (think of Yao Ming in basketball). So, off to India they go, a group of myopic straight white male sports agents and trainers, to find those capable of pitching a 90mph baseball. It's harder than you'd think, and the two they choose turn out to not play cricket, and don't even like it. One is in track...
So they bring them back to the US where this could have been a hilarious and instructive film if it had been about middle class kids from China or India, or even Viet Nam or Thailand, who come to the US and discover that internet speeds are so much slower than they are back home in their "Third World Country" or that their chip-technology credit cards don't work in a nation still using 20th Century magnetic stripe technology. Or that their cell phones aren't compatible on US networks---it would have been interesting to see them discover how backwards the US has become, and how their hosts, so proud of everything American, come to realize how far the US has fallen behind the rest of the world. But this is not that film.
It's not even the typical film of kids from primitive parts of foreign lands finding themselves in the modern world, in a rich country. These boys turn out to be something like captives, not really taken much of everywhere (not even to Disneyland, in a Disney movie!) except to a glamorous Hollywood Sports Party, full of beautiful people, alcohol and drugs. Bernstein loses his target customer, once again and worse, the boys get drunk, embarrass him, and puke in his car.
And boy does he scream at them! It's all their fault. Except that, it's his. He's responsible for their welfare, and their behavior. They're not suited for the land in which they find themselves, and Bernstein is into the last inning of the movie before he finally realizes he has something of a responsibility for them and he starts to show it. One is not far into the movie when Hamm's character shows himself to be an especially irritating ingrate.
And then there are the stereotypes. Again. Always the idiot native who plays the happy servant of the white masters.
As others have noted, this is no "Money Ball"---that was so much better. "Chef" is so much better. This is surprising for a Disney picture, but it's still just that, and even by that standard this is not a very good film, and Hamm's character really deserves most of the blame.
But hey, it's $4.99 not $10. plus popcorn and parking, so what can one say?