Terrible. While I don't think a movie about Ruth has to necessarily be 100% true to life, this movie was simply riddled with historical inaccuracies and bad acting. Goodman is weirdly uneven: he can be very good or quite dismal as an actor. I think the Coen Brothers are the only one who know how to use him properly, otherwise he tends to be subpar at best. Avoid this travesty if you can.

It's a shame nobody seems to be able to produce a movie that depicts the greatest baseball player of all time as anything but a fat, obnoxious buffoon. The Babe, who made baseball what it is today, deserves better. An accurate depiction would show the tallest, most muscular athlete (6' 2) in the game of his time, a man among boys, with skills (running speed, cannon arm, incredible bat speed) that were not previously seen in baseball, a game ascending in importance to Americans, but not yet entertaining enough to be profitable. Because of George Herman Ruth, an orphan from Baltimore, America discovered a new phenomenon which would serve as a metaphor for generations. When Ruth started hitting home runs, he usually had more homers than any other team in either league. Sometimes he had more than the rest of the league. Gehrig changed his swing completely as he had hated Ruth and he forced himself to compete with the big mouth getting all the attention. When Frank Baker earned the name Home Run Baker he had 12 HR's for the entire season. It was 1913 and it was the highest total he would ever achieve, although, in fairness, he earned the nickname by hitting them late in the game, usually turning a 1 or 2 run deficit into a victory. But when Ruth hit 29 in 1919 (his last year in Boston) most thought it was a fluke. When he hit 54 in 1920 the accusations of cheating were cacophonous. When he hit 59 in 1921, baseball fans began to realize he was the real deal. When he achieved 60 in 1927, he was already the most prolific home run hitter of all time, still in his prime. But nobody wants to make a movie about an astonishing young superstar, who dominated his game like nobody had before, or since, made it interesting and profitable, loved kids, ate too many hot dogs, smoked cigars and had way more fun than any human should be entitled. Nobody would watch that, would they?

Stunk. What is it about the Babe that his biopics are always horrible. William Bendix screwed it up years earlier (It didn't help that he did not know how to swing a bat). John Goodman's depiction was excessively crude and childish.

Babe Ruth is rolling over in his grave on this one. Strictly bush league. If the Curse of the Bambino needs somewhere to go now that the Sox have won the series, it should move over to anyone who had anything to do with producing this.