Forget about the Department Of Homeland Security: Putting more kids on snowboards and in parachutes is the real way to keep everyone safe from harm, if the new Extreme Ops is to be believed. And why shouldn't it? What good do military training and the bottomless pockets of evil financiers have against intrepid extreme-sports enthusiasts stoked on adrenaline and eager for the next rush? It takes 90 minutes or so for a Serbian warlord named Slobodan (played by Rainer Werner Fassbinder vet Klaus Löwitsch) to learn this lesson when he interrupts commercial director Rufus Sewell and his troop of extreme athletes as they attempt to get a crucial shot for a video-camera ad high in the mountains of Austria. But first, other tensions must be addressed. Chosen to appear in the commercial after winning a gold medal in the apparently much-watched (and copyright-free) World Games, Bridgette Wilson-Sampras encounters resentment from Devon Sawa and his fellow x-tremists, who look down on her non-extreme accomplishments. Wilson-Sampras scarcely has time for a tearful monologue about wanting to ski for fun, just… once… in… her… life, before she, Sewell, and the others have their athleticism put to the test, genocidal-maniac style. Extreme Ops seems to have only the slightest grasp of its own absurdity (or its own horribleness), which makes it almost charming. Characters skateboard on top of or snowboard from the back of trains, perform synchronized ski and snowboard jumps, and kayak over waterfalls, but none of it looks all that impressive, as if—unlike his characters—director Christian Duguay just couldn't get the shots he needed. The dubbing doesn't always sync up with the actors' mouths, Sewell looks rightfully embarrassed, Sawa looks not embarrassed enough, and the film's desperate youth-pandering conception of extreme-sports culture seems lifted from a '70s surfing movie. In other words, it's highly recommended to those seeking the transcendently awful.