Horrible Bosses has apparently spawned a new subgenre: exec-relief comedy, offering conformist capers for frustrated suits to nod off to on long-haul flights. This rote entry, in which vertical corpse Vince Vaughn joins horny Dave Franco and hoary Tom Wilkinson on a corporate Berlin jolly, can’t even commit to its own raucousness, retreating from sniggering, Pitbull-scored misadventures in spas and gay bars so that family guy Vince can log wholly insincere FaceTime sessions with a bullied son. No better or worse than indifferent, although its targeting of the German capital for fratboy profiteering suggests some renegotiation of the Marshall Plan may now be necessary.
