You know those Nikon commercials where we follow Ashton Kutcher, playing himself, as he parades around in a scarf, enjoying his decadent, model-rich life of asshole hedonism? Here's that as a movie, now with even more unnecessary accessories! (Includes Kutchearrings and Kutchspenders!):
Oh, sorry, guess I was wrong. He totally isn't playing himself. This party boy who leeches from a rich, attractive older woman has a mildly droning, frog-throated voice that's slightly different from what I'm used to hearing announce Punk'dings. My mistake.