I'm not creative

I caught The Devil Wears Prada and Click for no reason other than I just couldn't think up anything else to do with the time, and I can only assume I must not have been in arm's reach of the remote.  That in and of itself is a rather sad commentary on my level of ambition that evening.  But enough of that nonsense, on to the reviews!

Prada is largely a chick flick.  This is nothing against the film, but is why it's not something I would've intentionally sought out.  Nevertheless, we heard good things about it and decided to watch.  Meryl Streep is the tough-as-nails boss at a high-profile high-fashion magazine who knows all and sees all, and the kind of person who makes people cry (or not) depending on her mood and how she looks at them.  She is one of the worst bosses imaginable, and it's unfortunate that in movies and often in real life as well, these people tend to be successful.  Anne Hathaway is the plucky young fashion-illiterate girl who applies to be Streep's assistant and gets the job based in part on her fantabulous resume which includes a campus newspaper (reality, how we laugh at thee).  The flick then teeters on the edge of seriousness and zany madcap misunderstandings as Anne first can't handle the stress but then later becomes the best darned assistant imaginable.  Um, and that's about it for me.  If you're a huge fan of either of the stars, or really enjoy chick flicks, or find yourself on the couch, unmotivated, and too far from the remote, give it a watch I guess.  Otherwise, go rent something good instead.

By good, I wasn't referring to Click.  When someone says, "One of the best parts of the film was David Hasselhoff," you have a pretty good idea what you're dealing with.  The good news is, this is extra cheezy Hoff.  This is Hoff hamming it up and overacting in a manner previously dominated by another great (to laugh at) actor.  The Hoff is William Shatner: The Next Generation!  The film is almost worth watching just for some Hoff.  Otherwise, it's just like all of Adam Sandler's other movies (with the possible exception of The Wedding Singer, which was pretty decent).  There's a plot of some sort...sometimes important, sometimes not...there are tremendous loads of childish humor which at times is so childish it's not even that funny to the uber-childish like myself, followed by the inevitable, often extra sappy ending where a lesson has been learned, and we receive some great moral about life, and how to properly make use of it.  Sure, many movies share this format, but some actually dare to do something to the story to turn it on its head a bit.  

Not here.  

So how's this one go then, you ask.  Adam Sandler's a hard working architect with a beautiful loving wife and two darling children who just can't quite find the time to be bothered with daily distractions like having a beautiful loving wife and two darling children ("No Kate Beckinsale, stop trying to get all nekkid with me all the time...that's so distracting...").  He happens upon the always entertaining Christopher Walken who imparts upon him a remote control with which he can manipulate his life.  He can pause, fast forward, etc.  Arguments with the boss/wife?  Fast-forward.  Don't have time to properly massage, entice, and otherwise spend serious quality nekkid time with a willing Kate Beckinsale?  You must be a eunuch (ooops, I meant "fast-forward").  The inevitable, of course, happens, and he royally screws his life up.  How will it all end?  Will he get his act together and figure out how to fix things?  Does anybody even care?  Meh.  It was ok...to catch...by accident...on TV.  Seriously, rent something better, save this for late night cable, and only if there isn't something better on somewhere else on cable.