Main cast: David Duchovny (Gus), Nicky Katt (Hitler), Catherine Keener (Lee), Mary McCormack (Linda), David Hyde Pierce (Carl), Julia Roberts (Catherine/Francesca), and Blair Underwood (Nicholas/Calvin)
Director: Steven Soderbergh

I don’t think I know what this movie is all about. I do know that one of the main couple, the charisma-free Julia Roberts and equally dull Blair Underwood, are two people who are lovers pretending to play at making a documentary while becoming lovers… oh forget it. There’s this woman, Lee (Catherine Keener, sleepwalking in her typical ice bitch role), who dumps her husband Carl (David Hyde Pierce, reprising his Frasier shtick, albeit more successfully than Ms Keener did in her rehashed role) and then spends the day humiliating job interviewees. Lee’s sister Linda is a masseur who helps David Duchovny “release his tension” for $500 before throwing up into the toilet bowl.

Yes, this is yet another one of David Duchovny’s “My Butt and My Penis” role – is there any movie role of his that doesn’t degenerate into some sad fetish about his crotch?

If there is a plot, direction, or even compelling acting (Mr Pierce, maybe, but that’s pushing the definition of “compelling”), it’s probably stuck up Steven Soderbergh’s craw so deep and buried under the massive swelling of his ego. What else will possess that man to make such a long, aimless, and dull movie like this one and then put two of his most wooden leads in the limelight? Julia Roberts and Blair Underwood can dress up in evil clown outfits and stuff gerbils up each other’s bums and I think I will still fall asleep out of boredom.

Frankly, the only people who will probably enjoy this one are film students who believe that holding a hand-held camcorder and making a stupid grainy piece of crap featuring an incomprehensible plot, lethargic pace, and wooden acting “noble and honest filmmaking”. There’s a scene where someone whacks himself off and meets a rather humiliating end. I would like to imagine that probably somewhere along the way, Mr Soderbergh realizes that he is basically doing just that. But that doesn’t excuse his releasing this piece of schmoo on the public like that.

Full Frontal only exposes what a tiny wee-wee that man has, and it is not very pretty at all.