As the title card of Don’t Tell Larry informs us, every office has that one weirdo. (To which I say, “One?“) At the cruise company of this movie’s case, the resident oddball is the titular Larry. Played by the Ed Helms-ian Kiel Kennedy (It’s a Wonderful Binge), he’s a dimwitted, socially awkward new hire who eats raisins one by one, spearing each with a sharpened pencil.

So when the CEO (Ed Begley Jr., Strange Darling) suddenly plummets to his death under dubious circumstances, company MVP Susan (Patty Guggenheim, The Happytime Murders) suspects Larry. Recruiting her office bestie, Patrick (Kenneth Mosley, Searching), Susan schemes to plant evidence to get Larry fired — less because he could be a threat, more because she doesn’t want him to discover she purposely didn’t invite him to the CEO’s retirement party.

Speaking of co-workers, Greg Porper and John Schimke share writing and directing duties on Don’t Tell Larry, adapting their 16-minute 2018 short into a full feature. The high-gloss result may bear the rhythms of a well-timed comedic engine, but lacks the type of jokes to make it purr. The scenarios into which Porper and Schimke drop Susan and Patrick are the stock and trade of 1970s multicamera network sitcoms, with no circumstance more far-fetched than passing off a jar of urine as kombucha.

Only at intervals do punch lines land as intended. Most of them involve either Molly Franco’s dead-on savage portrayal of an egocentric influencer or Kennedy, whose supporting-player status takes him offscreen too often. —Rod Lott

Opens Friday in theaters and on VOD.