Wilson is pretty much the whole show. With nobody else around to steal from, he ends up stealing scenes from himself.

The most surprising thing about The Rocker is how enjoyable it is.

The movie's is really good, clean fun that's fine for slightly older kids and a lot of fun for adults.

It's a lot of fun. Its spirit is genuine and, even with the odd vomit gag, fundamentally sweet.

This familiar scenario works because of well-written and acted characters. The disciplined direction is by Peter Cattaneo, who tackled somewhat similar material in "The Full Monty" a decade ago.

Overcomes its essential familiarity thanks to a frequently witty script, grounded direction (by Peter Cattaneo, of "Full Monty" fame) and an engaging turn by its star that proves him more than capable of carrying a comedy feature.

Wilson makes the most of it in this well-crafted, feel-good satire.

The Rocker can be amusingly dopey, with its "Spinal Tap"-ish lampooning of rock idioms - and idiots.

A grubby little redemption comedy that in every way feels like a consignment-shop Jack Black vehicle.

Silly, and unashamedly second-hand, the movie is essentially a Jack Black movie without Jack Black, which is, arguably, an improvement.

The Rocker has the requisite vomit, the view of some very unfortunate hind quarters and the suds. It's also got a vein of sweetness and charm.

There are plenty of funny moments, as well as a sweet subplot involving the unkempt drummer and the guitarist's no-nonsense mom (Christina Applegate).

Lightweight but likable.

Wilson and a loaded supporting cast are never as funny as they should be.