Dang it. I *really* wanted to like this movie. I'm a big fan of Samer Salem (who's MY fake boyfriend) and Keiynan Lonsdale, both of whom deserve to be in much better projects than this. But sadly, this movie will not be their breakout hit.
The film starts with a ridiculous conceit-that Dylan Sprouse's annoying best friend character can create a digital "fake boyfriend" on social media so that our protagonist (Keiynan's character) can be rid of his toxic boyfriend once and for all. (The plotting is so ludicrous that I could not even be bothered to learn the characters' names; that's why I'm referring to them here by the hapless actors forced to mouth the dialogue, which was written by what I can only assume are drug-addled club kids.)
The movie only goes downhill from there, and the final act was even worse than the first two-thirds. The product placement is frequent and intrusive, the plot is ridiculous (and borderline offensive in spots), and the supporting characters are more annoying than funny. 2/5.
The film starts with a ridiculous conceit-that Dylan Sprouse's annoying best friend character can create a digital "fake boyfriend" on social media so that our protagonist (Keiynan's character) can be rid of his toxic boyfriend once and for all. (The plotting is so ludicrous that I could not even be bothered to learn the characters' names; that's why I'm referring to them here by the hapless actors forced to mouth the dialogue, which was written by what I can only assume are drug-addled club kids.)
The movie only goes downhill from there, and the final act was even worse than the first two-thirds. The product placement is frequent and intrusive, the plot is ridiculous (and borderline offensive in spots), and the supporting characters are more annoying than funny. 2/5.