In 2010, the muscle-bound brutes behind WWE’s film division deviated from their comfort zone of movies about steroid cases wreaking righteous havoc: Their unexpectedly somnolent coming-of-age drama Legendary, starring noted thespian John Cena, was tastefully austere. WWE continues to branch out into new, mildly novel forms of crap with The Chaperone, a vehicle for lumbering, predictably inexpressive professional grappler Paul “Triple H” Levesque. The Chaperone is being marketed as a comedy, though no one seems to have told anyone involved. The juxtaposition of comically oversized macho men and hilariously undersized moppets suggests comedy; the dour tone, grim performances, and maddening dearth of anything resembling gags suggests otherwise. It’s as if Levesque, in a misguided attempt to be taken seriously as an actor, kept having heavy emotional scenes added to the script until it resembled a Sundance-friendly miserablist drama. The story follows an ex-con trying to reconnect emotionally with his resentful daughter, and throws in a gag every half-hour or so to keep things from getting too soul-crushing.