The days are long gone when it was considered some kind of small miracle or trendy hip to produce movies for under 100 thousand dollars with consumer cameras and have them shown at festivals. "Rid of Me" did just that but has nothing original to offer to the tired chick-flick theme of female emancipation. Performances are barely average and the director, who I guess thinks he's the Seattle version of Baltimore's John Waters, doesn't have any of Waters' unique charm, style or humor. In fact, some of the moments, one in particular, are obviously there just to shock, because the script itself doesn't motivate the embarrassing extremes and transformations he puts his wannabe actress through. Making movies is not easy. Unfortunately, this one is best proof of that.
Review of Rid of Me
