Let’s get the words “ragtag team” and “feel-good” and “uplifting” out right at the beginning of a dissection of the Korean soccer comedy, “Dream.” Because you know if it’s an underdog sports comedy, all of those words apply, at least in intent.

It’s about homelessness, a problem everywhere, even in places that try to pretend it isn’t (Florida, where I live, has the third highest homeless population in America, with a government more interested in covering that up for the dictatorial governor than addressing it). And it’s about Homeless World Cup of soccer, and yes that’s a real thing.

This story of homeless people, how they live and how they became homeless in Korea is saddled to a boilerplate plucky “ragtag team” “feel-good” sports comedy, a formula older than “The Bad News Bears,” malleable enough to apply to any sport — hockey (“The Mighty Ducks”), American soccer (“Kicking & Screaming,” The Big Green”), British (“Mean Machine”) or Spanish futbol (“Holy Goalie”).

It’s a simple, formulaic comedy with cute bits and funny characters, a quarrelsome male-female relationship and uplifting messaging, enough to fit in a passable 75 minute film. This being Netflix, the damned thing staggers around for 125 minutes instead.

Yoon Hong-dae, played by singer/actor/variety show host Park Seo-joon, is a troubled second division soccer player for Korea’s Red Champions team. He’s something of a star, but hounded at press conferences because of the fact that his scammer mother is on the lam.

He has a very Korean sort of meltdown on the pitch — not demonstative, just self-destructive as far as play goes — gets abused by the press one more time and pokes some nagging reporter who just “had my eyes done” in those “fixed” eyes, and becomes internet infamous.

His management team figures his career in football is over. “Looks are your real talent,” so maybe a record deal, a variety show hosting gig or a spot in a reality (“Survivor” ish) series is in order, they suggest.

First, though, they need “a rehab project” that could get him established in the entertainment industry — a public appearance with a hint of humility and atoning for his sins about it.

Young documentary filmmaker Lee So Min (Ji-eun Lee) is summoned, as she’s working on a TV doc about Korea’s Homeless World Cup team. Yoon Hong-dae can take over as “volunteer” coach, show a little selflessness and lead Korea’s street people to victory over the world’s best homeless teams at the World Cup in Budapest.

Yoon isn’t having it. Yoon won’t agree. Yoon is then seriously put-out when he takes the gig and the tee-hee-hee pixie filming him keeps making him do retakes, with suggestions and the like to heighten “the reality” of this non-fiction film.

“What kind of documentary is scripted?” he gripes, in Korean with subtitles, or dubbed.

“The kind with plot twists!”

She films back-stories of the players, who are “cast” in “try-outs” that have as much to do with their “story” as their soccer talent.

Somehow, Yoon is supposed to turn some troubled, mostly older and often on-the-spectrum men into athletes and competent soccer players, travel with them to Budapest and conjure up a happy ending for Lee So Min’s movie.

“Dream” is a filled with training session and soccer match montages and brief back-stories about the players — this one has a daughter about to move to Australia with his ex-wife’s new family, that one has a mentally ill woman depending on him, another is hunting for a “missing” long-lost love.

Where the sparks might come in is in the relationship between the cute, girlish filmmaker and the cynical footballer, who is prone to flipping her off for being a nuisance.

Yes, everyone’s playing a “type,” but my favorite moment comes when Lee So Min lets down her deferrential, tittering Korean “girl” mask and lays it on the line.

“I’m finding it harder to keep smiling the older I get,” she admits, before throwing a few hard truths at Mr. Who Does He Think He Is, “a K-Pop star?”

That’s where this movie could have gone, an edgy “meet mean and cute” relationship that cuts through cultural niceties and gets down to brass tacks, as we say here in soccer purgatory, the U.S.

The cynicism of the “real” documentary and of personal management team’s “K-Pop/Reality TV or chat show host” “handling” of Yoon is potentially hilarious. Yes, his one asset if he quits playing is his looks. They’re bankable fame in much of the world, especially in Korea.

But the picture bogs down in showing us Yoon forced to help this player or that one make enough money selling magazines on the subway to be able to take a break and play and lots of game footage, the effort it takes for him to be a “nice guy.”

A better performance might have sold those scenes. Our leading man isn’t convincingly mean.

There are “Shaolin Soccer” level rough matches, with cheating and tripping and baiting and the like, injuries even. No, they’re not all that intersting aside from the up-close violence and occasional well-choreographed, filmed and edited “play.”

And the film-within-a-film element is blown from the get-go, with Lee So Min not capturing “the good footage” even though she’s there to witness this fight, that bit of humanity. Ji-eun Lee doesn’t play the “instinct” TV news and documentary film photographers have to raise the camera to her face the instant something interesting might happen.

Many oof these problems could have been addressed with a script that hunts for fun off the pitch and ruthless editing that eliminates the endless dead stretches that make this “Dream” something of a nightmare.

Rating: TV-14, violence, vulgar gestures

Cast: Park Seo-joon, Ji-eun Lee

Credits: Directed by Byeong-heon Lee, scripted by Mohammed Abdullah and Byeong-heon Lee. A Netflix release.

Running time: 2:06