Apart from arousing fitful curiosity, this stretch of surrealism yawns into an arid expanse of flat quirkiness. Meanders between torquing noir clichés and drifting through a funhouse-mirror-maze of SoCal conventions. Little strange poetry emerges.
I'll happily jump aboard the "Why Not" train that Quentin Dupieux so emphatically conducts yet again for Wrong, another delightfully absurd film that so many viewers will wrongfully, but understandably, hate.
The story wanders at times and includes interludes that feel like non sequiturs even for a movie hinged on such absurdities, but Dupieux, with the help of Plotnick, has created a unique world of soft chaos and goofy humor.