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Wrong Cops is, well, wrong. You see what the movie did to me? Wrong Cops is wrong!? Ugh, you idiot.
I’ve watched some bad movies on this weekly adventure of mine and while Wrong Cops isn’t the worst by any means it is the most frustrating kind of bad. Let me explain: you could swing at three straight pitches that aren’t even close and be out or you could take the outfielder to the warning track on a fly ball and be out. The latter is Wrong Cops. So close to being a homerun, but you feel robbed in the end.
The premise is sound if you suspended a bit of reality, think “Reno 911” meets Pineapple Express. With little crime and lots of boredom one cop deals drugs in dead rats, another makes electronic music, and a third uses his power to try and see boobs. Those three and a few others are brought together in an effort to bury a body of guy one accidentally shot (though the guy isn’t dead, but is cool with it all). Antics ensue and I laughed out loud occasionally, but it just fell short.
To quote Tropic Thunder, “Never go full retard.” However, in this case I feel that’s what it was missing, a true commitment to the absurd to pick up the pace and increase the laughs.