Rockwell and Kendrick are great together, but the movie never quite marries the cute romance and the bloody killings. Most of the time the two leads appear to be on their own in a completely separate movie.
Mr. Right isn't a bad movie as much as it is two-and-a-half, maybe three bad movies playing all at the same time.
Matt Zoller Seitz
"Mr. Right" hires two charismatic lead actors, Anna Kendrick and Sam Rockwell, then expects them to carry a movie with almost no compelling reason to exist.
Rockwell, who literally dances his way through battle scenes with guns and knives, hasn't had a role this satisfying in years.
The ludicrous action-flick plot slows to a crawl whenever Kendrick and Rockwell aren't on screen (although RZA has a fun cameo as a kindhearted gunman), but the unlikely duo make this candy-colored carnival of blood and romance hard to resist.
Kendrick and Rockwell score every hit they can with screenwriter Max Landis's hit-or-miss chatter. Kendrick has always been funny, but has she ever been let loose like this?
"Mr. Right" is very, very, very wrong.
"Mr. Right" has a screwball effervescence, thanks to its leads, and even Fred Astaire flavor.
Despite more ironic music cues, the movie falls in a subgenre that has been largely immune to creeping Tarantinoism: the rom-com.