Susan Seidelman has taken nearly every wrong turn in Making Mr. Right, a desperately unfunny romance between an android and a New Wave ‘image consultant.’ The actors nearly suffocate delivering stiff dialog, with jokes that are bad or vulgar (or both) in scenes that reek of contrivance.
Sharing in the blame should be scripters Floyd Byars and Laurie Frank, who have taken Frankenstein and turned him into Frankie Stone (Ann Magnuson). Her world is Melrose Avenue Miami style, where she’s a very unlikely whiz-bang publicist with a punk ‘do and very ordinary sensibilities who practically moves in with an android and his creator (John Malkovich in both roles) to get the best handle on how to sell the invention to the American public before he’s launched into space.
She’s supposed to be teaching the android, Ulysses, social graces, but he ends up learning emotions instead.
Malkovich takes to his role of Ulysses very earnestly, considering he has to utter such gooey lines as ‘Why do people fall in love?’ and suffer mutterings from Magnuson and her horny girlfriend (Glenne Headly) whether he’s anatomically correct.