King of My Castle

What do you do when your obnoxious playboy son is so out of control that his over-the-top partying threatens to ruin your luxury hotel empire? Obviously, you endeavour to teach him some humility. So you hire a borderline-lunatic film director to construct an authentic 18th century village, fill it with actors and surveillance cameras, and then have your son drugged, kidnapped and dumped in the village, so he believes he has time-travelled and his life is now that of a peasant.