This is what happens when I'm home alone: I start looking over my Netflix queue for something to watch and I start thinking, "no one in my household wants to watch this crap but me, so I should just knock all this stuff off my queue while I can and be done with it." As though getting through all the movies on my queue is some sort of personal challenge or something. What? You know it is. Everyone does it. Right?... Anyway. This week's buffet of pointless indie movies included the following gems. Rid of Me I'm pretty sure the best, no, the only way to describe this movie is - an awkward movie about awkward people. The plot can be summed up as: Shy girl marries popular boy. Things are great until they move back to his childhood home. His friends turn out to be mean people who make her so uncomfortable that she has a breakdown and he eventually asks for a divorce. She meets the town freak, acts out, and finds herself in the end. Hooray? I will say this: E...
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