Two best friends decide to create a travel agency for bachelor parties in Hungary and betray their incredibly supportive wives while they're at it. My prudery aside, despite a couple of good one-liners, most of the jokes are 'gags' like Hitler on life support: terrifically unfunny and they last far too long, insisting on persisting when the plug should've been pulled on them at the outset. Fortunately (?) the jokes dry up completely in the third act and we're subjected to a forced happy ending that feels as emotionally sincere and satisfying as sex with a prostitute. Trust me, cancel your ticket for _Budapest_ and enjoy a stay-cation instead.