Tim Morris is a typical fellow who’s travelled some bumpy roads in his romantic past. Well, maybe the potholes in his love life have been a bit deeper than most.
He still hasn’t gotten over his former fiancée cheating on him with another guy. I mean, his screensaver is still a picture of her.
But he’s trying to start over. He’s been dipping his toe in the romantic pool once more and experimenting with dating apps and the like. But you know what kind of a disaster all that can be.
Tim recently had to crawl out a restaurant bathroom window during a dinner date with a certified disaster of a girl named Missy. Not only was she fairly drunk by the time he met her, but she was yelling out crude sexual remarks and waving around a Bowie knife she had stashed in her purse. And those were her more sane moments.
Fortunately for Tim, though, he accidentally ran into a wonderful young woman while heading off on a business trip a few days later. In fact, they actually ran into each other and both ended up missing their flights after mixing up bags. It was the best mix-up of Tim’s life. This woman, Melissa, was nothing short of perfect: smart, witty and just the most lovely person he could imagine.
And so, after some prompting from a good friend, Tim invited Melissa to join him on a company trip to Hawaii. Hey, how’s that for an ice-breaker date?
There’s just one problem: Crazy girl Missy’s real name is Melissa, too. And Tim accidentally texted her about the trip instead of airport Melissa.
Don’t you just hate potholes?
After the mix-up, Tim goes to great lengths to do the right thing by Missy, even though her shenanigans might destroy his chances at a promotion. And, in her own way, Missy wants to do the right thing by Tim, too. (Though her outlandish choices are nevertheless disastrous.)
Missy doles out free psychic readings at a company party.
Incredibly crude jokes and gags about almost every kind of sexual act you can imagine turn up in this movie’s dialogue. Masturbation, incest and pubic hair, not to mention graphic descriptions of sexual anatomy, fill this script to overflowing. And that’s just a fraction of what you’ll hear about. It’s constant, and it’s outrageously crude sexual stuff in search of a cheap laugh. On top of that, we have references to teachers and students having sex, as well as the mixing and matching of various sexual partners, which abounds here.
There are also a number of sexual acts on display including Missy mounting Tim at night in bed; rubbing him and twerking on him publicly at a party; joining in a sexual threesome with Tim and his ex; and Missy publicly stimulating Tim during an airplane ride. There’s similar stuff elsewhere as well. (All nudity is kept out of sight, but the movements and sounds are realistic.) Missy and Tim kiss passionately, as do Missy and Tim’s ex-fiancée. Tim also makes out briefly with airport Melissa.
Tim’s fellow workmates wear bikinis and swimsuits on the beach.
Missy stumbles drunkenly and thumps her way down a rocky cliff face before crashing down to the beach below. But it’s all played as a funny pratfall. She also vomits into a submerged shark cage; that attracts a huge shark while Tim and his boss are in said cage. Tim panics and breaks his boss’ nose in the ruckus. The shark flies into a blood-rage and rips the cage apart. (Both men survive.) A ship boat captain shows people his scarred, fingerless hand that was mutilated by a shark.
During a sexual threesome, Tim’s ex is accidentally hit some four times in the face and knocked to the ground each time. Tim drunkenly falls off a second story landing and hits a rock on the ground below. In this tumble, and in another fall, he breaks his ankle, and his foot gets twisted at an awkward angle both times. A man falls, dislocating his neck. Someone snaps it back into place. Another man is told he’ll lose a leg in a horrible accident. At one point, it’s implied that someone is considering suicide.
More than 60 f-words and 30 s-words are joined by a handful of uses each of “h—,” “a–hole,” “b–ch” and “d–n.” God’s and Jesus’ names are both misused nearly 20 times (with God’s name being combined with “d–n” six times). Dialog references are made to male and female genitalia. And a song in the soundtrack crudely sings out the word “p–sy” some six or seven times. Elsewhere, someone displays a crude hand gesture.
Tim doesn’t drink. And neither does airport Melissa. But Tim is later driven to drink, and he falls drunkenly from a second story.
Missy, on the other hand, drinks profusely (everything from bottles of booze to hand sanitizer) with no reservations. She is regularly inebriated and does outlandish things with drunken abandon. She also gets violently ill because of her over-indulgence. Missy smokes weed; she, Tim and another person get high on marijuana-laced toothpaste. Someone else gets high on a marijuana-laced hair-growing cream. Missy also carries a supply of dog-tranquilizers and forces one into Tim’s mouth.
Others at the corporate retreat drink quite profusely, too. Ultimately, the film excuses Missy’s alcoholic ways, suggesting that’s just part of her nature; they’re portrayed as something that ought to be embraced, just like any other idiosyncrasy.
Quite a few toilet humor-focused vomiting and defecation visuals are on display. And misogynistic gags are a part of this pic’s joke list, too. For instance, Missy tells Tim, “We’re either going to end up married or I’m gonna end up naked and dead in a ravine somewhere.” Then she winks and notes, “I’m down for either.”
Here we have yet another Adam Sandler-produced movie created specifically for the Netflix stable. To say this is just another formulaic raunchy comedy is akin to saying the Pacific Ocean is just another place to swim.
The Wrong Missy initially feels like your typical mismatched-couple-finds-love romantic comedy. In fact, it appears to be tediously derivative of every guffaw-fest ever made in that wince-worthy vein. But after it draws you in with an uncomfortable giggle or two, the Sandler-produced film really cuts loose. You know, like that alcoholic guy who tends to get lewdly verbose and foul-mouthed at parties after drunkenly vomiting all over himself.
This film ends with a message about being unapologetic for who you are. And in this anything-goes age, that moral is generally accepted as a positive one. But common sense will tell you that some people just need a little help and it’s probably not wise to let them bellow and barf in your family room.
That logic applies to bad movies, too.
After spending more than two decades touring, directing, writing and producing for Christian theater and radio (most recently for Adventures in Odyssey, which he still contributes to), Bob joined the Plugged In staff to help us focus more heavily on video games. He is also one of our primary movie reviewers.