It must be said that 'Date Night' -- in which a suburban married couple out for an evening in Manhattan endure car chases and the unwanted attention of thugs with guns -- is superior to most recent movies of its kind, the marital action comedy. This is not saying much: Better than 'The Bounty Hunter' or 'Did You Hear About the Morgans?' is not quite the same as 'good.' The presence of Tina Fey and Steve Carell in the main roles may promise something more, since rather than being the usual mismatched, nice-looking pair of romantic comedy corn muffins, they are accomplished professional funny people. Especially on television. And that's part of the problem: 'Date Night' sets these stars afloat in a busy and conventional story, hoping that their proven talents, or maybe their reputations, will keep the picture from sinking. It doesn't entirely, but treading water for 90 minutes is no great accomplishment. Though Fey shows occasional flashes of the smart, anxious sarcasm that drives Liz Lemon through the showbiz tumult of '30 Rock,' and though you can't look at Carell's face without inferring the antic cluelessness of Michael Scott in 'The Office,' both performers are constrained by the drab formula demanded by long-form, big-screen entertainment. As Claire and Phil Foster, a real estate agent and an accountant with two kids and a house in New Jersey, Fey and Carell shoulder the laugh-killing burden of ordinary likability, which means that they can't be too smart, too witty or too weird. A flurry of outtakes accompanying the end credits suggests how much livelier this movie might have been if they had been allowed to improvise everything, or had just written the script themselves without regard for plot twists and character arcs and all the other creaky Hollywood machinery that keeps them running frantically from one set piece to the next. 'Date Night,' dutifully directed by Shawn Levy ('Night at the Museum,' among much else) from a hectic, half-baked screenplay by Josh Klausner (the last and next 'Shrek' movies), does have moments of pleasant mischief. Most of these come courtesy of supporting players, who either turn Carell and Fey into straight men or else briefly rouse them to competitive comic life. It is not surprising (and always a relief) to see Kristen Wiig in a movie like this one. And there is nothing shocking about encountering Mark Wahlberg without a shirt on, but Claire and Phil's contrasting reactions to the spectacle of his pectorals do elicit a few laughs. And then Wahlberg speaks Hebrew, which can hardly fail to be hilarious. Even more so is an encounter with James Franco and Mila Kunis as a pair of would-be Alphabet City outlaws who show up to advance the plot and then, for a few blessed moments, derail it entirely. About that plot: Who cares? The Fosters, worried that their marriage has gone stale and that they've turned boring, impulsively head into the city, arriving at a super-chic restaurant without a reservation. They hijack another couple's table, and then are mistaken for that other couple by a pair of bad guys (Jimmi Simpson and Common) who work for other bad guys, all of them scrambling to retrieve a flash drive with some sensitive information on it. This means that guns will be pointed, windshields will shatter and a lot of other noise will distract the audience from the uneven dialogue and scattershot marital foolery. Would you permit a brief discourse on the state of verbal humor in modern screen comedy? Well, never mind, then. But let me just say that 'Date Night,' like so many other films of its type, too often relies on words, catchphrases and inflections that signify a generally accepted notion of funniness rather than being, you know, actually funny. For example: The word vagina has no intrinsically humorous properties, but it's uttered here as if believing that it did were sufficient to make it so. Same thing with the sarcastic rhetorical question -- 'Seriously?' 'Really?' -- that has become an almost universal lazy substitute for the traditional double take. And then there is the habit of trying to make a line retroactively uproarious by admitting that it really wasn't funny to begin with. As in: 'I have no idea what I just said.' Ha ha. But I know just what I'm trying to say. 'Date Night,' not untypically, tries to go both meta- and sub-, to be straightforwardly schticky, archly self-conscious and also, in the end, sweet and sincere. This should not be an impossible feat, and Carell and Fey might have been able to pull it off -- if they had only been permitted to try. PRODUCTION NOTES: 'DATE NIGHT' Produced and directed by Shawn Levy; written by Josh Klausner; director of photography, Dean Semler; music by Christophe Beck; production designer, David Gropman; costumes by Marlene Stewart; released by 20th Century Fox. Running time: 1 hour 28 minutes. WITH: Steve Carell (Phil Foster), Tina Fey (Claire Foster), Mark Wahlberg (Holbrooke Grant), Taraji P. Henson (Detective Arroyo), Kristen Wiig (Haley Sullivan), James Franco (Taste), Mila Kunis (Whippit), Jimmi Simpson (Armstrong) and Common (Collins). 'Date Night' is rated PG-13. Sexual references, naughty words and gunshots -- most of them perfectly innocuous. 