Full of It isn't just a title. Add an S and an H, and you have my most honest review.

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.

The film is smarter than most teen comedies, and Pinkston can play a dork without venturing into Steve Urkel territory.

This throwaway teen fantasy has its moments but it appears as if the dog ate the script.

A wish fulfillment fantasy of staggering silliness, both smirkingly cutesy and gratingly offensive, this is one for the movie ash heap. Watching it, your heart goes out to the actors, floundering through the cliches.

Somehow Full of It got made and got distributed, despite its nearly fanatical lack of wit or originality.

Full of It abandons the de rigueur hot pastels of the average high school caper in favor of distressed browns and greens, but in the end, all the funky style masks little more than a Pinocchio retread for the adolescent grunge set.