This punchy, low-rent New York comedy turns the yuppie nightmare genre on its head by taking a lunkheaded blue-collar no-hoper and dropping him into the heat of Manhattan glitzery. Hank (the amiably lumbering Kelly) is at the bottom of the heap - out of work, out of money, out of love - with only his klutz of a wide-boy buddy for comfort. Then his number comes up in the lottery, and everyone wants to know him. You know from the start that there has to be a sting in store, but while you wait it's a very enjoyable ride. Crammed with larger-than-life stereotypes - hopheads, hustlers and ludicrous hipsters - it treads a narrow line between cracker barrel humanism and gleeful misanthropy, but mainly it exudes delight at its own cheap and cheerful sense of fun.