Ashton Kutcher (What Happens in Vegas) is the demure dude at the center of this racy look at the trials and tribulations of sleeping one's way to a life of privilege in Los Angeles.
Spread is the opportunity for Demi Moore's husband to spread his wings as an "actor" often in explicit scenes. The tabloid/ top Twitter man is the very handsome Nikki, the darling who gives women what they want in order to live exactly as he likes. Director David Mackenzie (Young Adam) opens this "immorality tale" with a sharp Steadicam shot.
The film gets into the mindset of Nikki (a veteran of his profession) and becomes tawdry and vacuous like the life of those of which it depicts. In its mood and execution, this stale provocation about someone described as "six inches and a pretty face" obviously leans more towards American Gigolo and Shampoo than Deuce Bigelow.
The storyline related by Jason Dean Hall may have some light, karmic aspects in the throughline, but Kutcher can't make it resonate as the cynical, manipulative Nikki reflects on his life as a kept man.
On the distaff side, Anne Heche (stepping back onto the big screen) evinces a brittleness as the desirous early middle-age attorney who lets Nikki into his lavish cliffside digs. Margarita Levieva puts a steely stamp onto her young adult who might be a new starting point for Nikki.
Some may think Kutcher's insolent turn with plenty of fabricated erotica is something to talk about. However, from its setting and peripatetic nature, especially the resolution, there's nothing witty or original about this silky smooth spread.