This all feels very utopia but slowly becomes more of a curse than a blessing and the development is no weaker because of its predictability. Eventually, he loses control and the remote starts automatically skipping through his life. He even manages to get seduced by the devilish doohickey and starts fast-fowarding thorugh days, weeks and then months of his life to avoid martial spats, painful dinners and projects at home.

More formulaic now, Michael is saved from the least likeable character only because writers have surrounded him with nasty neighbours, grotesque co-workers and an overbearing boss who leering misogyny is even more pronounced than Michaels’.

The film is not so bad since the supporting cast plays their role like how they should be played, but the flaw is that Beckinsale isn’t used enough. Everything is centred on Sandler and that could be a creative choice but it’s proven to not work all the time. The film is funny but not funny, but at least it’ll move Sandler on from his remake of "The Longest Yard."