Feel-good quality fare.

Bootmen, which proves to be a real heart-tugger, is in fact accomplished in all its aspects.

Silly in some parts, but sheer fun in most, Bootmen will get you wiggling in your seat with a big grin pasted on your face.

The best sequences -- auditions in a strip bar and a public bathroom -- still can't compete with that industrial musical called "Pola X."

One expects razzle-dazzle dance sequences to lift this movie above its clichés, but they are few and far between, which is not only disappointing, it's downright baffling.

Clichés negate bona fides; hence, the movie feels like a corny Mickey Rooney/Judy Garland vehicle with cussing. That said, the tapping is fabulous.

What sets Bootmen apart from the vast competition is its exuberant, sexy tap-dancing, but that's mostly relegated to the grand finale.

It delivers commendable entertainment value.

What it gains in fun, the film loses in credibility, as the production number itself more closely resembles a high-priced Las Vegas extravaganza than a quickly organized charity event.

"Footloose" meets "The Full Monty" in Bootmen, a cliché-ridden tap dance drama.

Too much soap opera colors its love story, and the industrial- strength dancing by booted men that is its centerpiece falls short of exhilaration.

Bootmen is the story of a young dancer and his friends who revisit the cliches of countless other dance movies in order to bring forth a dance performance of clanging unloveliness.

There's 80 minutes of mawkish, overacted melodrama - laced with gratuitous violence and profanity - before we get to anything more than the briefest snippet of a dance number.