His previous film, the surrealistic dark comedy Rubber, was about a psychokinetic tire that wandered the dusty American Southwest exploding the heads of those who got in its way, so anyone who saw that will not be very surprised by Quentin Dupieux‘s new movie Wrong, which trades in the same sort of absurdist humor. A work of significant playfulness and imagination — it features cinema’s best dog crap joke ever, hands down — Wrong hints at a broader promise of budding, starburst auteurism upon which the film as a whole doesn’t fully deliver. It’s a nice, silly riff that could work better in truncated form, but will strike plenty of folks as merely odd for odd’s sake, even as it connects roundly with a certain subset. For the full, original review, from ShockYa, click here. (Drafthouse Films, unrated, 94 minutes)