Drake Doremus’s film is an inert, thinly plotted melodrama premised on trite characterizations that would be offensive if they weren’t so absurd.
The film usually feels like it’s soullessly connecting dots, a far cry from the Before Sunrise-style substance its Yank-meets-Euro chattiness might suggest.
Intended to amuse younger viewers and send older ones to Urban Dictionary, Douchebag’s title is, unfortunately, its most noteworthy aspect.