In 2010, Quentin Dupieux‘s Rubber hit screen to critical acclaim. The acclaim was mostly along the lines of “The best killer tire movie you’ll ever see.” Despite its odd-ball premise and protagonist, Rubber did seem to have cohesive subtext about criticizing the audience and purposely messing with their expectations. By contrast, Dupieux’s new movie, Wrong, is all killer tire and hardly anything to say. That’s doesn’t make it a bad flick. Strangeness along the lines of a killer tire can still be pretty funny, and Wrong‘s off-kilter reality offers plenty of laughs. It’s just too silly and devoted to strangeness to make any an exploration of a convoluted subtext worth considering.
Somewhere in all the bizarre behavior is a comprehensible plot. Dolph (Jack Plotnick) has lost his dog Paul and is desperate to find him. That’s about as tethered as the movie gets to our reality. Around this understandable and real situation is a debate over a pizza company’s logo, a palm tree that has morphed into a pine tree, a neighbor (Regan Burns) who is driving to the ends of the Earth, an office that’s always raining on the inside, dog telepathy, and much more. The movie makes no attempt to explain these odd phenomena nor do any of the characters consider it bizarre. Only Dolph takes exception to certain aspects, and a guy who works out of a raining office and can communicate telepathically with his dog is the closest anchor we have to reality...
...The pervasive silliness of Wrong prevents it from going any deeper than its twisted sense of humor. It’s not quirky, it’s not twee, and it’s not dark. It’s for people who loved the killer tire in Rubber and didn’t want anything more. There could be something worthwhile buried beneath Wrong‘s goofy humor, but the film comes off as too slight to warrant the mental energy of trying to piece together a deeper meaning (if one even exists). The best you can do with Wrong is to laugh, shrug your shoulders, shake your head in frustration, and say, “Sure. Why not.”