There was a moment when I hoped it might actually be a send-up of the Can't Buy Me Loves, She's All Thats, Never Been Kisseds, Mean Girls, Heathers, Freaky Fridays, and every-John-Hughes-movie-ever-made of the world. But no.

While Pinkston does a serviceable job and makes an all-too believable nerd, he's neither charming nor funny enough to give the material the extra spark it so desperately needs to engage us.

I didn't know who Ryan Pinkston was before I watched Full of It, and now I pray to the cinema gods I will never have to wince through another one of his insufferable movies again.