Posers

Hampshire has always shown little vanity portraying damaged and desperate; she takes big swings. And there wasn't much at stake in the early films. Her grotesques are frequently the most memorable element, occasionally in a "what was that about?" way, usually to a net benefit. At times this disaffected druggy melodrama tilts toward Araki, but worse jokes and music and way more dumb thriller shit really let you feel the distance. The director, now a successful author, seems to have disowned it.

This is one of these flicks that if you are from Canada you immediately know it's local made for shoestring budget. It has quite weak filming and story which is unfortunate because the cast has some decent up and comers.