After a long opening-credit sequence featuring a new, sugary-sweet Paul McCartney song, a grief-stricken mother (Nastassja Kinski) approaches an all-business trial lawyer, Jack (Crystal), claiming that he is the father of her runaway teen (Charley Hofheimer), and has the responsibility of finding him. When Jack initially balks, she tries the same line on the suicidal Dale (Williams), a failed performance artist who gets a new lease on life when he hears the news. Eventually, Jack comes around, and soon both potential daddies are in hot pursuit of the wannabe delinquent who's following a rock band from San Francisco to Sacramento and Reno. Joining the mad chase are a couple of scummy drug dealers, Jack's wife (Julia Louis-Dreyfus), and the man who raised the kid (Bruce Greenwood), who is desperate to make good with his son (you see, he thinks he's the father, too). If this all sounds vaguely familiar, it could be that you've seen the original, the vastly superior French farce Les Compères, which starred Pierre Richard and Gerard Depardieu. Or maybe you've caught a few reruns of My Two Dads. Frankly, most of the humor in Fathers' Day seems recycled, because it is. And even if you haven't seen jokes about guys in Armani suits at a punk-rock show before, it feels like you have. With their comic material lacking, the two leads show a command of the more serious, emotional aspects of their characters--as evidenced by the countless good-bye sequences, in which they both make their newfound hope palpable, despite some shoddy dialogue.