Sam Rockwell and Anna Kendrick make a killer couple in a retro-styled hit-man comedy that otherwise nearly suffocates on its own cutesiness.
For most, “reformed hit man” suggests someone who used to kill people but doesn’t anymore. In the case of “Mr. Right,” however, the label has an altogether different meaning: Instead of bumping off the targets he’s hired to eliminate, Sam Rockwell’s born-again executioner kills the folks who contracted him instead. Not an especially sustainable work model, professionally speaking (it’s murder on word-of-mouth, for starters), but then, this fixer is ready to make some changes in his own life, maybe even find romance with an on-the-rebound Anna Kendrick — which is where Max Landis’ ultra-cutesy script picks up, asking whether a character like that can find and sustain love … or else die trying. For about a decade after “Pulp Fiction,” such quirky hit-man comedies were all the rage, though in the post-“Gigli” era, (the eerily similar) “Mr. Right” just feels wrong.