"The Right Kind of Wrong" tries really hard to be cute and quirky, and it succeeds at that, for the most part, but the first half-hour makes it really, really obvious and it seems to try
too hard. And there are too many long-haired blondes in this movie. When you have a hard time telling who is the ex-wife, who is the editor's wife, and who is the love interest, then yes... you can have too many long-haired blondes.
There is sex in this movie, and while I'm not a prude, I don't like it being dropped in front of my face without any lead-up and for seemingly no reason at all. Those scenes could have easily been cut without losing anything from the film... except for Colette's drunken appearance at the art opening. As an aside, if there's one thing Ryan Kwanten excels at, it's looking surprised and confused when a woman is sexually aggressive. For an attractive man who probably has that happen all the time, that's a real skill.
There weren't really a lot of laugh out loud moments in this one. In fact, I didn't count a single one. Not when the Indian kids were being precocious about marijuana, not when Leo was trying to overcome his fear of heights... not even when his editor revealed his wife had started a twitter account for his ball-sack (which I thought was more gross and tasteless than funny). And there were no needle-drops either... and this was with a complex lace pattern that yes, I am still working on it.
Cute enough for background noise or something on Netflix, but I wouldn't spend money on it. Not even for the quirky and adorable near-cameo of the marvelous Catherine O'Hara (SCTV, "Home Alone"). I'd give it a three out of five.
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