How many maudlin, not-funny comedies about bad fathers learning to be better fathers have to be made? And why do half of them have to star Billy Crystal? My Giant, the latest of the bunch, stars Crystal as an unsuccessful agent who, while in Romania for a film shoot, discovers a sweet-tempered, seven-and-a-half-foot tall pituitary case (the NBA's Gheorghe Muresan) and decides to turn him into a star. Together, they travel America in search of fame, fortune, and Muresan's lost love, while Crystal's wife (Kathleen Quinlan) and mewling, mop-headed son silently hope that Crystal will learn a lesson about the value of family before it's all through. While there's something inherently humorous about seeing Crystal (who is short) and Muresan (who is tall) in the same frame, that's pretty much all the enjoyment that can be gleaned from My Giant. The film takes itself far more seriously than a movie about a giant should, with all jokes pretty much disappearing after the first 45 minutes. Muresan comes off as sweet, but he and Crystal have no discernible chemistry. And while it's nice that the film is dedicated to the late, lamented André The Giant, upon whose life it's loosely based, he deserves a better tribute than this formulaic, sentimental trifle.