Wrong Cops does what underground movies used to do: It gives the viewer the sense that what they’re watching is thoroughly wrong in terms of both behavior and style. What’s missing is the transgressive kick, the sense that a real boundary has been crossed.

Dupieux might have done better to construct an entire movie around his best idea.

This meandering lark about a corrupt, spiteful and hopelessly distracted police force in a decriminalized, sun-scorched city never quite finds the funny bone.

It’s really just a tortuous series of blackout sketches hung together with the flimsiest of threads.

No doubt a labor of love, the result is just plain laborious for the audience.