You will hate yourself for having wasted 2 hours of your life on this idiocy. This movie is essentially about being reckless with money and YOU would be guilty of that if you pay to see it. Imagine what a movie script would read like had it been written by a 25 year old "Andrew Dice Clay-esque" screenwriter with tourette syndrome. F-bombs every other word, screaming to the point that I guarantee your "reach for the remote reflex" will be twitching to lower what is essentially noise. A predictable and empty ending to what is worthless and meaningless main character. Regret, disappointment and an empty feeling worse than finding out that your in-laws just bought the house next door.