When an unsuccessful auteur (Pacino) vaults to fame after his computer-generated ''synthespian'' (Rachel Roberts) becomes a superstar, it's an excuse for writer-director Andrew Niccol (Gattaca) to mock spoiled actors, bottom-line-crazy execs, and the gossip-drunk media. But a series of pedantic rants (beware the protagonist who talks to himself) and willfully stupid characters has Niccol's plodding satire lacking much actual humor. Without it, it's just synthatire.

