Back in the 1990s some joker used this real-life book called Hit Man to teach himself how to whack people, which he subsequently went out and did. Obviously it wasn't a very good book because they caught him almost immediately, but that's immaterial because this movie isn't really about that part. See, when someone close to you gets croaked the real concern is always "How big is the payout?", and since there's no point in suing a cat who's pulling in two bucks a day making license plates, everybody decided to sue the company that published the book. Naturally there's one guy in this flick who wants to defend free speech and another one who's blowing an endless load in his pants over the prospect of wiping his ass with it, but in an unexpected twist the pro-free speech guy changes his tune faster than an iPod on shuffle and in the end free speech is defeated. Since this movie's angle is that the Constitution sucks and fuck the troops, you're supposed to cheer at this point. But why stop there? There's plenty more people these folks could sue. McDonald's because they're fat. Anheuser-Busch because they're hung over. Their parents because they're black. T.G.I. Friday's because it's Wednesday. If there's any room left on this gravy train maybe I'll jump on board too and sue Ellie Kemper for the cost of all the hand lotion I go through, not to mention those pillows I sewed together and stapled a picture of her face to. Trust me, they're completely unusable now.