The writer-director-producer of this satirical exposé about the fashion industry, Michele Maher, may have worked for three years in the Seventh Avenue garment district of New York, but the experience was clearly no training ground for directing a movie. Given the package of movie-making resources on tap here, including a fair cast, her scenes are listless, choppy, and without a discernable cinematic style. Makes one wonder who thought she could command a film set.
The effort comes off as the work of an ensemble of actors that did their best without qualified leadership. Oddly, they manage to manufacture a scattered level of interest. Given the loose guidance, it's almost a surprise that it works at all.
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