Michael Newman (Sandler) has a smoking hot wife (
The film uses one of cinema's most popular conceits, a work/home dilemma that has spawned such variable works as "Bruce Almighty," "Family Man" and "Multiplicity." But the plot doesn't take nearly as much advantage of the central remote as you might hope. Walken's character spends a long scene explaining the remote's mechanics, but very quickly the only button Michael uses is fast-forward, allowing for futuristic sequences dominated by Rick Baker's showy makeup. Director Frank Coraci and writers Steve Koren and Mark O'Keefe are content to build scenes around superficial jokes and then insert a line of overbearing dialogue to beg for sympathy. Look, there's Adam Sandler with a huge gut, what a pity he's sleepwalking through life. Wow, Adam Sandler's going to look a lot like
In the absence of humor generated within by the story itself, the script has to insert a number of low-brow repeated gags, including at least a dozen scenes in which Michael's dog humps a giant stuffed duck. I'm not so prudish that a dog making sweet, sweet love to a duck doesn't make me chuckle once or twice, but after a while, exhaustion sets in. The same is true of
By aiming low, "Click" wastes Sandler's understated work, frequently playing the straight man to Walken, whose first line-reading of the word "remote control" sets the tone for a typically wacky performance, and Hasselhoff. He gets some touching moments with
Sandler earns our sympathy, but the movie isn't smart enough to earn the climactic emotional release that it pushes for at the end. Too much sap and not enough laughs ultimate doom "Click."