In the noble tradition of Some Like It Hot, Tootsie, Mrs. Doubtfire, and Big Momma’s House is this film from Jesse Vaughan (whose only previous directing experience was a Paula Abdul VH-1 documentary) about a male who’s exiled from his sexist throne and must shoehorn himself into a women’s world in order to redeem himself. In this case, the arrogant SOB is Jamal Jefferies (Miguel A. Núñez Jr.), a pro basketball player (in a NBA parallel universe) who won’t pass the ball and pisses off everyone from his teammates to the league’s brass. It all comes crashing down when Jamal exposes himself courtside and gets an indefinite suspension. Not even the bush leagues will have him, so he dons a jog bra and wig and takes his game to the "hack" women’s league (the WNBA parallel universe) under the title name. There he learns to pass and to respect women. He even falls for the team’s captain (Vivica A. Fox).

A lot of the cross-dressing humor falls flat, especially from Kevin Pollak as Jamal/Juwanna’s agent, but the moral about teamwork and walking a mile in the other person’s shoes scores occasionally, albeit after a lot of double-dribbling. Núñez carries the slight material, and Tommy Davidson, as a back-up rap singer named Puff Smokey Smoke, nails every hammy line in professing his lust for the Juwanna she-man. (90 minutes)