On one hand, BF plays out as it likely would in the lives and imaginations of two inept, inarticulate white males going nowhere in their early twenties. They attract inept, inarticulate white females going nowhere in their early twenties, and it doesn't go well for any of the parties involved. The film takes its fictions seriously, the plot never strays from where it has to go once the characters are established, and those qualities are admirable.
On the other hand, it only takes a minute to suss out that the two male leads are inept, inarticulate, and going nowhere. Which leaves the viewer with no real plot progression, memorable moments or surprises, flamethrowers notwithstanding. You know before they speak that nothing they say will be poignant, stunning, funny, or anything other than a platitude peppered with f-bombs and dudes. And you know whatever conclusions they draw, daydreams they have or actions they take will be dunderheaded, futile, and likely destructive as well.
Honestly, I can't tell if the writer/director is cleverly commenting on a hipster subculture that has moved beyond fixies to arsenals, or if this is just something not very far from the reality of an inarticulate, inept new filmmaker who doesn't have anything to convey.
Stumped gets two stars.