The reason this 2007 drama has languished for so long could be that it’s a bromance whose moment has only now arrived; more likely, it’s because Frank Whaley’s lightweight slice of life is so crashingly ordinary. Aspiring filmmaker Owen (Prinze Jr.) and hard-drinking drummer Ray (Klein) shirk their respective responsibilities—a shrewish fiancée, a young daughter—by indulging in arrested-adolescent high jinks. Fecklessness need not be an impediment to sympathy or enjoyment, but Owen and Ray offer neither scabrous flair nor compelling self-destructiveness, just tiresome narcissism. New York City? You could find these guys anywhere.