They're good-looking, middle class, educated. They should be living the dream. But instead, they spend their working day protecting their egos, dreams and manhood from the person who pays their wages.
This goofy comedy film's title doesn't leave much to the imagination and plays on a supposed universal truth, that every employee, at some point in their career, will butt heads with their boss.
Kurt (Sudeikis) actually loves his dear old superior until he dies of a heart attack and is succeeded by his drug-addled, 70s porn-star-looking son (Farrell). Only then does he sympathise with his mate Nick (Bateman) who has become a pawn in his boss Dave Harken's (Spacey) quest for an office space big-enough to accommodate his power trip. Neither of them really understand why Dale (Day) is so wound up about his sex-crazed boss (Aniston) who attempts to violate him in the dentist's chair on a daily basis, but he claims she ruins his life, so he is part of the gang. Alcohol can only drown their sorrows so far, and the trio decide to act on their criminal fantasies. Dale reckons he has watched enough Law and Order to know how to cover their tracks.
They are led to a "murder consultant" (Foxx) with a rude name and a penchant for Hitchcock. He convinces them to act as one another's hit men, as on Hitchcock's 1950s classic Strangers on a Train. And so begins the hunt for "intell" - sex, drugs and allergies.
Gordon's cast of big names help cover some gaping holes in the plot. Distracted by Aniston's new femme fatale persona, and how a well-oiled comb-over renders Farrell barely recognisable, audiences can ignore the odd over-explained joke, under-explained tangent, and the fact that just as the story starts to crumble, the Indian call centre guy saves the day.
