MR. RIGHT REVIEWED
“Mr. Right” is another Max Landis scripted flick that we’re supposed to love because it’s an original property. It’s original in terms of IP, but the setup is thinner than Scarjo’s panties in the opening of “Lost in Translation”. For a rather short film, the final half felt like it lasted four hours. Anna Kendrick is charming and Rockwell could do this role in his sleep. However, everything around them highlights the thin nature of the premise. I get that having an aloof and open hitman looking for romance is unique, but not when he indulges in the same garbage that the film wants to laugh at for 96 minutes.
The film exists without any major tension, as it treats Kendrick’s kidnapping as yet another lark. Too many characters are self-aware and everyone seems to be waiting for a general point to appear. It’s weird to feel bad for film characters become aware of the paper-thin nature of their world. But, that’s the kind of awareness we’ve reached in a Postmodern culture. I’m not familiar with the film’s director, but I admire Max Landis’s enthusiasm. I’ve seen that enthusiasm and translate well into comics and “American Ultra”. I just wish that the plans in his head were far better executed on film.
In short, it’s not as bad as you’ve been led to believe. But, I’m not going to openly praise a flick that I found to be lacking due to its desire to impress an imagined audience that simply doesn’t exist. The hipster kids throw around the word trope like rappers say swagger. But, this film is nothing than a script hanging tired tropes for a subgenre of a subgenre, then saying it’s a movie. It might be a movie, but not a great one.
SPECIAL FEATURES
- Featurette
A/V STATS
- 2.40:1 1080p transfer
- DTS-HD 5.1 master audio track
