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Sorry, there's no full monty in Full Frontal. In fact, despite the provocative title, Steven Soderbergh's $2 million spiritual follow-up to Sex, Lies, and Videotape falls short of arousing much of anything. The respected director of indie classics (Schizopolis) and star-packed blockbusters (Ocean's Eleven) juggles multiple characters during a day in L.
A. Following these tightly wound, rather depressed folks--including Julia Roberts and Blair Underwood as actors in a movie within the movie--we mainly learn that Hollywood types are self-absorbed (duh) and movies are illusion instead of reality (double duh). Soderbergh's camera work will keep most scratching their heads (sometimes in amazement), while the film's insular subtext will keep cinephiles drooling. But for all his efforts in trying to prove something, the end result is hardly satisfying.