Self-indulgent? Maybe just a little. Billed as the spiritual sequel to sex, lies, Full Frontal is a spontaneous New Wave-y drama-doc following the cast and crew of a fictional Hollywood production.
Attached to the script were ten rules for potential cast members (driving themselves to the set, doing their own wardrobe and makeup) and the film is clearly at pains to be playful, smudging the line between fiction and non-fiction with a series of cameos (David Fincher and Brad Pitt) and criss-crossing storylines.
It never quite pulls it off – it's too stagey and, in the end, boring – or lives up to the sex, lies 2 billing, but it's an interesting side-note all the same.
“It’s a live-action discussion about the phoniness of aesthetics, and at the end of the movie the wrong aesthetic is exposed as being phony, the one that you think is real. And so it pisses people off, because basically the movie’s just saying you shouldn’t be too pulled in by any of these tricks.”
“At the time, I was interested in the contract between the filmmaker and the audience. What’s the fine print? What are you allowed to do and not to do? For two million dollars, let’s find out. And I learned something—I learned that, for most people, I really went off the reservation there.”