Sandler plays it ever so slightly more grown-up than usual as Michael Newman, a successful architect with a wife (Kate Beckinsale) and two kids. Like every movie father, he works too much, but mostly his family understands. Stressed to a near-breaking point and dependent on junk food -- he works for David Hasselhoff, which would make you feel inadequate too -- Michael periodically lashes out with trademark Sandler-style immature outbursts, often directed at children. W.C. Fields was Mary Poppins compared to Michael, who deliberately runs over the neighbor kid's robot dog and later gets him in trouble by accusing him of smoking cigars. In real life, such behavior would be abhorrent, but onscreen it's just wrong enough to be funny.
So it's the final straw when Michael tries to sit down to watch a video for work and can't find the proper remote. In a frenzy, he drives to Bed Bath & Beyond to find a universal remote, but instead he encounters a door labeled simply "Beyond." Inside, he discovers an infinitely large warehouse right out of the Raiders of the Lost Ark end credits, presided over by Christopher Walken. Like William Shatner, Walken by now is well aware of the frequency with which he's parodied, and he plays to the crowd here with over-the-top gusto. There's a little singing, a little dancing, a few strangely emphasized syllables, and suddenly Michael is in possession of a brand-new remote, which he is told he may not return even though it's free -- a gift, because "You seem like a good guy."
And what a remote it is: He can pause reality, fast-forward, skip whole chapters -- even listen to a commentary track by James Earl Jones. Most men would dream of such a thing. But there are a few obvious catches: Michael can rewind, but he cannot literally relive anything; he functions only as an observer in his memories. And if he skips or fast-forwards, his body goes on autopilot in the meantime, muttering the standard platitudes of the overworked and inattentive, which can get him in trouble later when he's in his right mind.
That's not the worst of it. Like TiVo, the remote "learns" its user's preferences and starts acting on them autonomously, fast-forwarding through every minor sickness, every fight -- even every morning shower or commute. Soon, Michael is missing everything and being propelled further and further into the future without getting to live out the present. It's a pretty good metaphor for alcohol and drugs: Use them as a crutch "just this once," to get through a difficult time, and before long you can't stop. Walken's character compares Michael's plight to that of Lucky the Leprechaun: "He's always chasing the pot of gold, but when he gets there, at the end of the day, it's just cornflakes."
As things progress toward Click's inevitable climax, however, the pathos starts to build. Most of it is consistently leavened with jokes about bad liposuction jobs or Sean Astin wearing a Speedo, but when things suddenly venture into It's a Wonderful Life territory, you'll need a moment to figure out whether the overdone sadness is supposed to be a joke . . . And it doesn't appear to be. Sandler can handle this kind of depth when directed by Paul Thomas Anderson (Punch-Drunk Love); here, however, he's reunited with Frank Coraci (The Waterboy), who is not a guy known for mature shtick. Not everything jells, but Click is funnier and more elaborately clever than anything Sandler's done in years.