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Easy set-ups, easy jokes, barely a plot, zero visual styles, etc. There’s some of that around the edges of the latest Netflix HM Original, “The Wrong Missy,” but there’s also the most committed and intense performance in any of these movies in a long time, and probably ever since they moved to Netflix.
Too much of the humor in “The Wrong Missy” feels like the first draft of a freshman comedy writing class, and the supporting cast is filled with lazy performances of people just trying to get a ticket for the laziest HM “Vacation Comedy,” but then there’s Lauren Lapkus, throwing herself into every scene with zero fear and an engaging sense of comedic insanity. It’s almost a shame that the film overall isn’t better and that David Spade doesn’t give half the effort of his co-star—Lapkus is just good enough to show how this movie could have worked.
The wrong missy movie opens with a horrible blind date between Lakpus’ Melissa and Spade’s Tim. He is a relatively plain guy. He watches “The Affair,” reads James Patterson, and listens to Phil Collins. (This movie has the weirdest pop culture drops.) Missy, on the other hand, is borderline terrifying. She talks about sex openly, dips her hair in her wine before sucking on it, and carries around a knife she calls Sheila. She is the anti-Tim. He has to flee the scene by going through the bathroom window, hoping he never sees her again.
Not long after, Tim is at the airport, where he has a meet-cute involving mixed-up luggage with … wait for it … another Melissa (Molly Sims). The two have everything in common and end up in a janitor’s closet before her flight pulls her away. Tim gets up the courage to invite this Melissa on a trip to Hawaii on a corporate retreat to impress the new boss. Guess which Melissa he texts by accident instead?
It’s long been clear that Happy Madison and company build their projects around where the cast and their families feel like going on vacation, and this one allows regulars like Spade, Nick Swardson, Rob Schneider, and Jackie Sandler to hang out under the beautiful sun of Hawaii. Of course, it’s really a series of opportunities for Missy to embarrass Tim, but Lapkus goes well beyond your standard “annoying date” trope and walks away with every single scene she’s in. The writing often misses its mark, but there’s Lapkus keeping viewers interested through most of its worst moments (although a scene in which she vomits into a shark cage is best forgotten by all involved).
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If Tim felt like even remotely a real human being instead of blank straight man for his co-star, there could have been a movie here. But Spade phones everything in, barely mustering an expression much less giving anything to his partner in terms of comic timing. And the film has that bland, TV movie look of so many of these projects. It almost feels at times like Lapkus is just interrupting a vacation movie of other actors. It’s like no one sent her the memo that she didn’t have to try so hard.
And, of course, “The Wrong Missy” progresses down incredibly predictable paths in terms of plot. Of course, Missy is going to do some good and win Tim over. This isn’t a Happy Madison movie if she’s awful from front to back and literally destroys Tim’s life, although that would almost certainly be a better one. Imagine if the team here had the courage to make Missy a truly unhinged character a la real dark comedies like “The Cable Guy” instead of someone who is clearly going to win everyone over by the end and join their bland parade. Instead, what we have is a movie about a wild card surrounded by blank slates that asks us to hate her until the movie changes its mind. From the beginning, even when she’s wielding a knife and climbing under bathroom stalls, you can’t help but think she could do better than Tim. And Lapkus could do better than this movie.
So Why Is Everyone Talking About The Wrong Missy?
No offense to Lauren Lapkus (a delightful comedian who deserves better than to be the star of this oddball flick), but The Wrong Missy is uh, not good. It’s a Happy Madison (aka Adam Sandler’s production company) picture, so most of us should have known that if Murder Mystery wasn’t our cup of tea, this lowbrow movie wouldn’t be either, but Murder Mystery is nothing compared to this production. The plot is so outdated, I’d believe you if you told me the script was written in 1998 and accidentally resuscitated for 2020 thanks to a filing error.
David Spade plays Tim, a “loveable” executive at a big bank with swanky offices (way to read the room, Missy). His ex-fianceé (a seemingly normal woman played by Sarah Chalke, who dumped Tim for an absolute dufus for… some reason) left him heartbroken, so he goes on a blind date with Missy (Lapkus). The only problem is that Lapkus is a terrible date who nearly gets him beat up by another bar patron (played by WWE wrestler Roman Reigns) and makes increasingly weird and offensive choices during their dinner. The date ends with Tim climbing out a window to escape Missy, breaking his ankle, and having it set back in place by the woman he vows to never call again. Dramatic much, Tim? Jump forward a year, and Tim meets another Missy (this time played by Molly Sims) at the airport and gets her number. After bragging about the beauty queen and Ivy League scholar to his coworkers, he invites Missy on their corporate retreat in Hawaii only to find out that he texted — you guessed it — The Wrong Missy. The characters reiterate this phrase a few times, in case you forget what movie you’re watching at any point.
Though Tim does eventually learn to appreciate and even love Missy, forsaking his ex for Missy and later begging Missy to take him back, that doesn’t really make up for the awful things the movie does along the way. For starters, the premise is pretty disgusting — something the movie never seems to realize. Tim only invites Missy to the retreat in hopes of using her as a trophy to piss off his ex. Also, while it’s pretty childish that Tim would rather break his ankle than make a normal get-out-date excuse at his first dinner with Missy, our titular “heroine” is kind of awful, too. She’s a mean drunk who calls Tim’s coworkers “porkers” and screws over the only woman in the entire company who actually does her job (a “mean girl” played by Sandler’s wife Jackie Sandler) in order to get “good guy” Tim a promotion. She also gives her new beau a non-consensual hand job (he eventually consents… which is not how consent works) when they first meet on the airplane, in full sight of their fellow passengers, all of whom seem pretty disgusted with the act.
But her actions still don’t justify how terrible everyone is back to her. Tim treats her like garbage, doing things like tricking her to stay back in the room so he can hide her from his coworkers and talking about her like she’s a plague behind her back. The other bankers on the retreat remark that she’s clearly not the “beauty queen” Tim initially bragged about (rude, Lapkus is a babe). Tim and his best friend also refer to her as literally “the wrong Missy” multiple times, like she and Molly Sims are nothing more than interchangeable sex partners in Tim’s deck.
And yes, at this point, you’re probably thinking this is a Happy Madison movie, what did you expect? Well, I expected to hopefully, maybe understand why so many people are spending their quarantine with this movie — and maybe, just maybe, that all the movie’s initial awfulness has a point.
It doesn’t: In the end, Tim mopes for a few short scenes after insulting Missy and losing her, only to win her back by tricking her into a date.
But I do think I finally understand why so many people are watching it en masse, because it’s the only reason I was able to get through all 90 minutes: The Wrong Missy is the epitome of an airplane movie. It’s glossy and colorful, with all the hallmarks of a big-budget comedy. You just know, from the premise and the trailer, that this is not going to be a great film, and yet, you’re drawn to it. A morbid curiosity grows, demanding that you find out if it’s really as god-awful as it looks. Trapped in your seat — or in the case of quarantine, your home — time feels unreal. It’s almost begging to be wasted on something mindless and distracting, like watching a movie you know will be bad.