Where to even begin with how bad this movie is. The plot is thinner than tissue paper. There could have been a story at one point, but it feels like the writers couldn't finish one script, so jammed three together with dollar store tape and prayed the viewer would be too high to notice. Most of the characters are completely pointless, such as the housekeeper's 'hot brother' who seems to only exist so that the protagonist could fart in his bedroom. There is an attempt to caricaturize the ones essential to the story (the pastel-wearing trust fund bro, the pot-smoking slacker) but the effort falls pitifully flat and there is very little character growth from beginning to end. What passes for humor is crude, but fails to push the envelope past anything but childish and banal.
I watched the entire pathetic thing hoping for one redeeming moment. It never came. My life isn't worth much, but I feel like I deserve a refund for the 96 minutes lost to Lady of the Manor.