“On the Bowery” is a portrait of the ravages of alcoholism so vivid that I cannot off-hand think of any equivalent.

Hoover may have been the sweetest, kindest, gentlest man in the world, or he may have been a ruthless bastard; we wouldn't know from Eastwood's cautious portrayal of him.

Ratner's latest production is a generic comedy that matches its unimaginative title. Yet, it is a slickly shot picture and the imminently likeable cast generates enough goodwill to make it a fun hour and forty five minutes.

Poor writing and inconsistencies sink this film. Let’s hope that Zeta-Jones and Bartha can rebound.