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Dolph Springer wakes up one morning to realize he has lost the love of his life, his dog, Paul. During his quest to get Paul (and his life) back, Dolph radically changes the lives of others: a pizza-delivering nymphomaniac, a jogging-addict neighbor in search of completeness, an opportunistic French-Mexican gardener, and an off-kilter pet detective. In his journey to find Paul, Dolph may lose something even more vital: his mind.Written by
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...I only realized I loved my face after it have been burned with acid. But it was too late. Before it was just my face! I didn't know I loved it! I only started loving it again when it have partially disappeared. Do you follow?
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nothing deep - it just wants to be funny, and it is
Quentin Dupieux's WRONG is about how people, I guess, can go wrong about things, small and big. The premise is simple enough, and a great starting point: Jack Plotnick is Dolph Springer, a working man (though he's actually been fired for three months but still goes to work, where it rains all the time indoors), and he's lost his dog. Where could he be? As it turns out, there is an answer to that, in the form of a sort of dog communications/telepathy expert in William Ficther's character, who may or may not be Indian or Asian of some sort (his accent's kinda convincing, for what's required here). But Dupieux has some sub-plot/weird strands going on here as well, which include Dolph's gardener, and a girl on the other end of a phone for a pizza place - Dolph is rather confused about a rabbit on a motorcycle as a logo - who finds his questions attractive and sleeps with the, uh, gardener instead thinking it's Dolph and then... aw hell, you should see it for yourself.
A lot of the great things in Wrong are from the awkward, very surreal interactions and environment that are set up. This could easily go into the realm of more absurdist-comedy-of-manners style of Curb Your Enthusiasm, but Dupieux is just so off-kilter that you know you're in for a something... special here. If I have a general criticism it's that Dolph perhaps should've been a little more of an everyman; he is, for the most part, except for the whole thing of him being at work even though he's not really working there anymore, and a couple other small things. This would make all of his interactions stronger, but, luckily, people like William Fictner pull off dead-pan humor wonderfully, and his few scenes are delights as he first puts Dolph through the rigmarole to see him, and then gives him a book on how to talk to his dog through his mind.
Some other very strange developments happen, such as with Emma, the character Alexis Dziena plays (you might know her as the girl who memorably goes naked for a quick flash in Broken Flowers), who, if one is taking her on as a 'real-world' person, may be brain-damaged. In Dupieux's world, she may be simply... wrong. Or right, who knows. But she's kind of like his own satirical take on the Manic-Pixie-Dream-Girl, which makes for a lot of spot-on comedy (oh, and she's pregnant, whoops, it happens!)
If there's another problem though there may be times where, if it doesn't work on a comic plane, it kind of just sits there like a lump until it's over; the sequences for me involved the neighbor, who we meet at the start as denying he's a jogger ("I HATE running!" he states emphatically) and then decides to go driving for a while... in the desert... or somewhere else... That part, I don't 'get it', I guess. The stuff with the Dog Detective as well is hit or miss (it's either very funny, or, you can feel the improv and it struggles).
But if you're looking for something off-kiler and playfully surreal - the kind of experience where a character has a dream taking place on a beach and involves warped talking, but mostly presented as straightforward - this is a welcome offering. It's kind of like what Luis Bunuel might offer up for the Comedy Central network.
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