Ashton Kutcher and Tara Reid are damn cute, which is fortunate, because displaying their prettiness is this movie's only reason to exist. Terence Stamp, who seems thoroughly (and rightly) embarrassed by the goings-on of this film, is the titular, possessive honcho. He inexplicably assigns the eager-to-please Kutcher to mind his fancy house and feed his prize owl while he's away on business.
Think this doesn't sound like much of a plot? How about we cue the wacky hijinks then? Enter an estranged drug-dealing son, a hit man, a cranky secretary, her party-animal friends and (d'oh!) the boss' daughter (Reid). Kutcher tries to romance Reid, juggle the troublemakers and keep the house together all without doing something that will get him fired from his job. Or something like that. It's a dopey, unfunny mess, and if anyone needs to lose their job, it oughta be the people who made this turkey.
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