If I were the creator or the person responsible for a movie titled Full of It, starring a kid whose only claim to fame is being Ashton Kutcher’s little buddy from the show Punk’d, I would be nervous - nay, quivering - at this point. This is the sort of movie that makes it fun to be a film critic. The type of flick that has critics from all over sitting around it like hyenas, cackling and licking their chops. A film so inauspiciously terrible that its only known purpose is to be torn apart at the hands of people like me. With that said, let the massacre begin.

Full of It is only two letters away from being the most honestly titled film of the year. It stars Ryan Pinkston (Soul Plane) as Sam Leonard, a nerdy little guy who has just moved to a new school and is fighting to fit in. And by fighting to fit in, I am referring to the incessant lies he tells to make himself seem popular. The only problem is that Sam, in his infinite 17-year-old wisdom, falls for the classic teen movie plight of accidentally breaking a mirror and summoning some divine intervention.

In this case, divine intervention is not that the movie ends after the first 30 minutes, it is that Sam’s lies begin to come true. All of a sudden he is driving a Porsche instead of his bike, his previously stale parental unit now consists of a liberal (vagina-drawing) artist mother and a washed up '80s hair metal rocker dad. And as if that wasn’t enough, puberty has also left him with a “fire hose” in his gym shorts. All this to impress the hottest girl in school, Vickie Sanders (Amanda Walsh). Of course, as these things always go, Sam’s lies get deeper and his life begins to spin out of control. I smell a moral lesson coming on, don’t you?

Full of It is a terrible knock-off of Mean Girls, sprinkled with the concept of Freaky Friday minus a pre-party whore era Lindsay Lohan. But that doesn’t steer some of Hollywood’s more dubious personae from making cameos. Craig Kilborn, most notable for his sleazy performance in Old School, plays a high school guidance counselor with an affection for prescription medication and no useful advice. He does manage to deliver the movie’s only bit of humor though, with an off the cuff comment about wanting to live next to a Xanax factory with no locks.