Hollywood’s haphazard summer season persists with this sequel to the 2011 knockabout ice-hockey comedy, a film surely no more than 10 people felt required a follow-up. Writer-turned-director Jay Baruchel has a funny-strange way of compiling it: he pads his vaguely depressive central thrust – Seann William Scott’s dim-bulb brawler Doug Glatt realising he’s now too old to throw down – with reels of boysy inside-hockey business that yield more shrugs than laughs. Enough useful players are on the roster to generate sporadic mild chuckles – MVP Wyatt Russell, as Glatt’s thunderous bad-boy rival, inadvertently nails a major issue (“The world isn’t watching … just Canada, and maybe three or four states”) – but nobody lands the one knockout punchline to elevate matters above tolerable mediocrity.