El Joe Cabron Its always amusing to see the very first reviews being honest and negative. Than the people involved in this movie always try to bury the negative reviews by covering how bad this movie is with "positive comments" on how much they liked it with out explaining why. The movie gives no real reason why to like the main female character. The movie just annoyed the crap out of me, the characters are stereotypically fake as hell. Every single person filmed in this movie needs to be slapped across the face because of how much they annoy you. This movie has too many obvious "oh gee what bad luck" moments. It feels more of a home video than a movieYeah just bad and boring and very frustrating to watch adults trying to act like they are still 12 years old doing underage drinking. FAIL FAIL FAIL

The_late_Buddy_Ryan There are good bad movies (as favored by the likes of Juno and Quentin Tarantino) and bad good movies like this one. I won't spoil the opening scene, a flashforward, except to say that we see two young women with their carts in a grocery store, one kind of punky, the other kind of preppy; the punky one accosts the preppy and does something pretty creepy that makes the preppy scream. The punky one walks away with a satisfied smile, and you may find it hard to stop watching after that. (Full disclosure: my wife found it all too easy…) Katie O'Grady does just fine as Meris, a sweet, self-contained young woman (though we recognize her as the punky girl from the opening scene), nervous as a whippet, who can't catch a break from her husband's high-school buds and their mean-girl wives when they relocate from California to his hometown in Oregon. When husband Mitch's old girlfriend (played, in a bit of overdetermined casting, by busty 6' cabaret singer Storm Large) turns up, the die is cast. "I hate alternative lifestyle people," says one of the film's minor characters, a prissy clerk in a candy store, but surely such people are the only conceivable audience for this film. After Mitch does what's expected, Meris tries out a new bizarro-world identity as an over-age riot grrrl, then slowly gropes her way back to where she once belonged. Writer-director James Westby seems more comfortable writing dialogue for the manager of an all-vinyl record store, say, than for a biker or a freak grrrl or an IT guy with a wife, a lawn and a dog, and the script gets very shaky at times. There's a flimsy subplot, for example, in which Meris makes friends with a Middle Eastern–looking couple with a cute baby, then shuns them after Mitch's dufus posse starts jabbering about "sand (N words)" with "Al Qaeda connections." You'd think that at that point Meris would be delighted to find a few friends of her own who weren't hostile jackasses. (And till then, btw, I'd assumed the woman with the baby was supposed to be Israeli.) To sum up, then, it's not "A Letter from Three Wives" or "Annie Hall," but "Rid of Me" is still good, harmless streaming Netflix fun, and there's a fine soundtrack; the cultist South Asian rock (Cambodian in this case) from the 60s seemed like a bit of a rip from "Ghost World" but at least that's stealing from the best.

GeorgeI4280 Honestly its entertaining enough with a few big laughs but if you can handle humor based on making you the viewer undeniably uncomfortable you'll love this film. So prepare to be ultimately uncomfortable , and absolutely violated, because no other film can do this. This isn't exactly something for just about anybody because some people either just wont get it or wont be able to appreciate it. I will say this honestly be somewhat a little rough to watch for some people and or will it just flat out boring but, if you can put all of those aside you may be in for one hell of a treat. So I can simple say prepare for the best and prepare for the worst because this is going to be mind blowing in either a positive or negative fashion

aronnie46 Okay, so here it comes in all its stupid glory, from the master filmmaker's own blow-hard announcement: "here is the epic behind-the-scenes video of RID OF ME, which comes out this March on DVD". Well we can't wait. Now maybe we'll get a mini-masterclass glimpse into why this absolute "dog of movie", to coin the words of a responsible critic, is as woefully awful as it is. Rid of Me, together with the inanely amateur films of Todd E. Freeman, (where do they get the money for all this junk?) are all that Portland has to offer? We think not. Absolutely in love with Portland, Oregon, but not her filmmakers. But then I'm not alone judging by the reviews. Okay, maybe I just want my money back from the Living Room Theater for being duped into buying a ticket.