Recall the wisdom of that penultimate couch potato Homer Simpson-who moaned while randomly flipping his remote control: "Boh-ring!... BOH-RING!" That's all we could think of as this tedious imported hummerathon unspooled. Most of the scenes are double headers preceded by icy solos. More frosty singularities populate the bonus material. POV shot are conspicuously absent.
Technically, there isn't a thing wrong with Fuck Face, which makes the experience all the more unsatisfactory (though "factory" has a lot to do with it). The girls are cute, natural, and know how to suck the big one. The guys provide the ammo and pull the triggers. Yet the whole thing plays like a 21 gun salute with blanks. No energy; no life can be found behind these eyes. Jaded at such a tender age-how sad.
Retailing: Eye-catching foil-embossed cover.