Ashton Kutcher is back!  And this time, he's complaining about his noisy neighbors like the middle-aged father of four that yelled at you and your hoodlum friends for walking down the street when you were in high school.  It's sort of funny hearing him say "fucking!" and then ask himself if he's "allowed to say that."  Why wouldn't you be allowed to say the F-word on your cell phone camera?

What is the point of this?  You would think that someone who could afford such a nice home would be able to afford sound-proof bamboo wall and ceiling tiles for his trendy Hollywood bungalow.  Maybe he should fly to one of his houses in the Carribean for the morning and then back to LA in the afternoon.  THAT'S WHAT ACTORS DO.  Perhaps he should pay the neighbor to start construction later in the day using money from his critically acclaimed motion picture "What Happens In Vegas..." which was the best movie of the last 10 years.