Imagine you're in your late 30s/early 40s and everything you have come to associate with who you are - the reflection you see in the mirror everyday, your marriage, your friends -although here 'friends' doesn't quite fit the label - all these things fall apart and scatter like ashes in the wind. You've hit rock bottom. (I must admit, how the conditions in the life of the heroine came to be in the first place remains a mystery - in other words, the backstory stinks). Rid of Me takes this as its premise and then throws in redemption, which is obviously the predominant theme of the story. At this point, serendipity prevails as several fortunate strands of influence and encouragement coincide to ensure the great reversal takes place without too much interference. For example: she gains the trust and company of a new friend, someone who represents individualism, feminism, and defiance with an aptly chosen persona to fit the role: goth. Goth girl becomes her friends mentor and helps her through tough times until the neophyte attains a full recovery and (more or less) complete metamorphosis from her former self. In the process she discovers the inner strength she never thought she had in order to reinvent yourself. The thought occurs to her that her new group of friends is where she truly belongs, it is who she is, it is who she was all along, she just never realized it. There is much to say in favor of Rid of Me, but there are also quite a few things to say against it. I already mentioned the improbability of the backstory, another problem is the impossibility of such a sequence of events transpiring as they do here. So why have I rated this film as fresh? Well, besides the novelty and originality of the idea itself, I turn to Aristotle for guidance: "With respect to the requirement of art, the probable impossible is always preferable to the improbable possible." It's not for everybody, but it's a worthy endeavor.