Trying to do for hospitality what Office Space did for computing, but without the humour, charm or likability. With a script that sounds like it was written by 13-year-old boys who've discovered testicular humour for the first time, this film gets more mileage out of genital jokes than possibly any other. Not comedic mileage, just mileage, since it feels like it goes on forever. Ryan Reynolds is at his most obnoxious and off-putting, portraying a hero to nobody other than drunken, immature frat boys, delivering his lines with the kind of distain that suggests he found the jokes funny the first time, but has been forced to say them over and over till no living person would chuckle at them. It's a good thing Deadpool was so popular, or he might have been stuck in movies like this his entire life. Some of the others get a funny moment now and then, especially Justin Long, who deserves better frankly. It tries to be a satire of the hospitality industry, but I spent years in that particular profession and it's nothing like it's depiction here. Also it's missing the essential satire ingredient of sharp comedy. It's a wasted opportunity, a film which could have said funny and interesting things about the daily grind of serving food and drinks to the masses, but it amounts to nothing more than an excuse for grown men to scream, overact wildly and constantly flash their knackers at one another. It's like an hour and a half long visit to the monkey enclosure.