Click is a movie about what happens when Adam Sandler gets a remote control that lets him control his life—he can fast-forward through fights with his wife, or turn down the volume on his barking dog. I can hear critics' lame swipes already: "You'll wish you could fast-forward through this movie!" "If only we could rewind to when Adam Sandler was in good movies!" "You'll want to change the channel as soon as this movie starts!"

Stupid as they are, all those comments are true. When workaholic Michael (Sandler) gets the aforementioned magic remote, he starts skipping everything he'd rather not deal with, like squabbles with his ridiculously hot wife (the ridiculously hot Kate Beckinsale), or late hours for his skeezy boss (the skeezy David Hasselhoff). But when the remote skips Michael too far ahead—to a future in which he's an obese ass who's lost his family—he realizes a tidy moral about the importance of everyday life. Along the way, aren't many jokes—but there is a really fucking weird surplus of melodramatic theatrics. (Just wait 'til Sandler fast-forwards himself to when he's a sad, dying old man who hobbles into the pouring rain, crawls along the ground, and hoarsely cries out his son's name.)

Not so long ago, Saturday Night Live veteran Sandler was in solid pop flicks like 50 First Dates, or demonstrating some surprising acting chops in Punch-Drunk Love. Shit, he was even great in the retardedly hilarious Billy Madison. But here—apparently unaware that he's stuck in an uncredited remake of It's a Wonderful Life—Sandler offers trite morals while a single tear rolls down his cheek. If this is the track he's on, Sandler might as well hit fast-forward on his career (sorry, couldn't resist)—skipping right to the SNL Old Folks' Home, where he can discuss the finer points of shitty movies with other once-great comics like Eddie Murphy and Steve Martin. I'm sure they'd be glad for the company.