He's a solidly successful 39-year-old star, husband, and father, but Adam Sandler still coasts on American pop culture's peculiar indulgence of boys who won't grow up. In Click, he plays Michael Newman an adult male in whom a big baby yearns to breathe free. Michael's wife (Kate Beckinsale) and kids compete for his attention with his cartoon-mean boss (David Hasselhoff), who demands that he choose work over family. This is all too much for the excitable boy, and he feels out of control until an eccentric department-store employee (Christopher Walken, the mention of whom makes the ''eccentric'' qualifier charmingly redundant) sets him up with a universal remote more universal than the customer bargained for. (That Walken's character goes by the death-tinged name of Morty ought to be a clue.) Fast-forwarding, pausing, and rewinding through his very life, Michael of course learns that nobody on a deathbed ever regretted not spending enough time at work, and that his is a wonderful life. At times dark and at other times gooey, the disgruntled comedy, directed by Sandler crony Frank Coraci, would itself like to be It's a Wonderful Life, but Michael earns none of George Bailey's mature wisdom honestly. Sandlerites are invited to discuss, at length, the appeal of the star's ode to arrested development, while I marvel that, once again, the doofus is rewarded with a woman of unfurrowed beauty and saintly patience.