Quasi-rewrite of "It's a Wonderful Life" has sad sack James Belushi wondering what his life would be like if only he had smacked that baseball in the final inning of the high school championship game 20 years ago instead of striking out (the film is so puny in its vision, we only see the boy swing and miss once). Magical barkeep Michael Caine gives Belushi the opportunity to see what might have been, and suddenly Jim is the president of the company where he works, his real supervisor is now his underling (with plans to get him fired), and the boss's sexy spouse is now his wife (but so loyal, she cries when she sees him out to dinner with another woman). This may have been an interesting set-up if only screenwriters James Orr (who also directed, feebly) and Jim Cruickshank weren't aiming for that lump-in-your-throat happy ending. Imagine the possibilities if Belushi enjoyed his newfound wealth and power--and reveling in being a tough sonuvabitch. Instead, Orr and Cruickshank believe that old adage that money doesn't buy happiness--and once we're rich, all we long for is our salad days. Hogwash. * from ****