In this romantic comedy, The Right Kind of Wrong, Leo Palamino is a failed-writer-turned-dishwasher made famous for his many flaws and shortcomings in a blog called 'Why You Suck,' a huge Internet success written by his ex-wife. Then Leo meets Colette, the girl of his dreams... on the day she is marrying the perfect man. And so, the ultimate underdog story begins as Leo, a fearless dreamer, risks all to show Colette and the whole wide world all that is right with a man famous for being wrong.
The film is so in love with its unoriginal premise that it can't see the forest for the trees, treating reality like an occasionally relevant prop and stalking as a sweetly romantic gesture.
There are even a few physical gags -- including one involving a slingshot, a hang glider and a precarious arrangement of pastries -- that may as well be lifted from another century.
As the film progresses, and it becomes more and more heavily focused on the inevitable romantic linking of the male and female leads (including some late-film plot machinations that could have been left out), it loses steam and starts to feel perfunctory.
[Director Jeremiah Chechik] imposes a stiff pace on the proceedings, toggling between broad physical comedy that aches for a laugh track and oddball moments of genuine whimsy.
Mistakenly convinced that cuteness can compensate for a lack of basic believability, The Right Kind Of Wrong squanders its engaging leads and cheerful joviality with a plot of stupefying senselessness.
Skeletally standard rom-com fare, but its incessant self-reflexive schematic boldly, and wrongfully, suggests it has bigger ideas to make about love and relationships.
