Click… a review
Sometimes people mix things that you wouldn’t think would work and the results are surprising.
“You’ve got chocolate in my peanut butter!!” “You’ve got peanut butter on my chocolate!!”
Imagine if you will that Adam Sandler’s fans have been turned into two flavours.
There’s the frat boys out there who want to see Adam beat up a senior citizen on the golf course (let’s call them “Orange Juice”), and then there’s the fans who enjoy watching him in a dramatic piece with an immigrant Mexican maid (let’s call these people “Toothpaste”).
Have you ever mixed OJ and tootpaste?
“Click” has scenes of a grown man farting into another man’s mouth and then a little later on this same guy kisses his father on the forehead before he dies.
There’s something for everyone, but only in small doses.
One moment you get Stiffler’s mom in a cameo doing what Stiffler’s mom does best (warning us all to NEVER have plastic surgery), and the next moment someone’s marriage is breaking apart.
“Click” borrows heavily from movies like “It’s a Wonderful Life”, “A Christmas Carol” and “Bruce Almighty” but it also has endless scenes of dogs dry humping stuffed animals (I lost count after the 5th time).
It’s like watching Scrooge in a toga, doing Jell-O shots with the Ghost of Christmas Past.
It just doesn’t work.
Adam plays a workaholic architect who just can’t find enough time in the day to please his nagging hot wife, his cute needy kids and his demanding asshole boss, until one day a mysterious man gives him a “universal remote” that controls the universe.
I haven’t done the math, but I’m willing to bet that the ratio of architects to florists in Hollywood movies is 100:1.
Now that Adam has this great remote he can do things like fast forward through arguments, rewind his life to memorable events and even get a voice over commentary by James Earl Jones.
It sounds great, but the problem is that when he does this he doesn’t actually get to experience the events over again, he only gets to view them as a passive 3rd party apparition that no one else can see.
Want to go back and re-experience that drunken booty call when you were 19?
You can WATCH it, but you can’t feel it again.
If you’re Paris Hilton that’s what the internet is for!!
In a curious twist on logic, Adam can interact with people and things in present time but if he fast forwards through anything then he has no memory of it and he can’t go back and relive it.
This movie would have been a lot more fun if you could actually rewind your life and correct the mistakes.
This is also where the movie derails in my mind. If Adam can interact with his surroundings when he pauses things then wouldn’t it make more sense to hit the pause button, spend the two days he needs to work on the big project and then hit play again so that he doesn’t miss a second of his life?
Instead Adam seems much happier fast forwarding through weeks of his life so that he can’t remember the sleepless nights he spent drawing up the plans on the new hotel complex.
This movie is such a weird mix of bathroom humour and heavy melodrama that I just can’t recommend it.
I can’t wait for Adam Sandler’s next movie: “Happy Gilmore gets Cancer.”
