While the allegedly comic moments involve Hartnett as yoga instructor and consumer of cucumber-and-tomato sandwiches on whole wheat toast to the amazement of the seen-it-all Ford, the principal action appears motivated by a multiple murder motivated by the breaking up of rap stars and their promoters. I think. While the pair investigate a gruesome homicide at a dance club, questioning record producer Sartain (Isaiah Washington), Joe's activities are being recorded by Internal Affairs, headed by Macko (Bruce Greenwood), who is furious that Joe is dating his ex-girlfriend, Ruby (Lena Olin). While Joe is taking heat from the investigators and their trumped-up charges and chasing criminals, his real interest is in his career as real-estate agent. Though he hasn't made a sale in months, he is pursuing buyers who might be interested in a house on Mt. Olympus. His assertion that the residence is also between Achilles and Hercules streets, he hopes for laughs from the movie audience. At the same time he hopes to make a killing by selling the mansion owned by a Hollywood producer (Martin Landau), negotiating with a prospective buyer on his cell phone while chasing down killers, making time with his girlfriend, and evading the vendetta of the Internal Affairs chief. He even has time to eat a doughnut.

Total up: no chemistry between Hartnett and Harrison, romances that can hardly be called sizzling, a silly murder investigation with a car chase as formulaic as you can get, and embarrassment taking the place of comedy. "Homicide" is dead on arrival.