Maybe it's the star power of the cast or the redundant messages, but something aboul "Full Frontal" seems, well, contrived.
| Original Score: 2/4
Little more than a Dogme 95 film with Julia Roberts looking like a baboon.
| Original Score: 1/5
A film so amateurish that only the professionalism of some of the actors makes it watchable.
| Original Score: 1.5/4
Even those who are used to art house films will likely be underwhelmed by the bareness of Full Frontal's menu.
| Original Score: 2.5/4
The whole movie is a riff on movie reality and unreality. Nothing is truly new here, though.
Full Frontal is like the 'Special Features' disc of the DVD without the original movie.
My feeling about Full Frontal is that I would rather have been told about it than seen it.
| Original Score: D
This was so dreadful I prayed my fellow critics would start talking through the screening.
| Original Score: 5/10
If Soderbergh wanted to expose the business up close and personal with the sincere simplicity of a mere camera lens, then couldn't he have accomplished this feat without the sledgehammer direction of a labored and obvious spoof?
The cast feels adrift in a sea of improvisation, while the camera pretends an intimacy that is only fitfully rewarded with anything resembling sincerity.
| Original Score: C
Even Steven Soderberg describes this as a sketch, an experiment, an exercise, so when one character sighs, "I want this day to be over," I found myself nodding in agreement.
| Original Score: 4/10
It's as difficult to imagine someone who will find nothing to like in Full Frontal as it is to conceive of someone who can embrace everything it offers.
Soderbergh should be ashamed of himself for trying to pass this off as entertainment.
Somewhere under the layers of pretentiousness and in-jokes and cleverness and reflexivity and artsiness and talk, there is probably a film lurking. I didn't find it.
| Original Score: 4/10
Unlike Magnolia or Mulholland Drive, it doesn't offer an audience much incentive to tease out its ambiguities.
A weird little movie that's amusing enough while you watch it, offering fine acting moments and pungent insights into modern L.A.'s show-biz and media subcultures. But it doesn't leave you with much.
If Soderbergh's name weren't attached to this project, I'd swear it was by some recent film-school grad who hadn't progressed beyond Navel Gazing 101.
Several of Steven Soderbergh's earlier films were hailed as the works of an artist. Sadly, Full Frontal plays like the work of a dilettante.