If you go in expecting some mean-spirited fun at the expense of our ranting oligarchs and their boot-licking minions, plus some tired genius-serial-killer tropes, you won’t be disappointed.

It might be the worst movie of the year, not because it’s unpleasant, cliched, and gory, too, but because its filmmakers seem to have as little regard for their audience as they do for their craft.

Corporate Retreat aspires to the "eat the rich" satire of films but it has neither the brains nor the dexterity to find a nerve to strike.

It services its premise and maintains its tone from start to finish, but it’s not for the faint of heart or the weak of stomach.