In the “of interest strictly to close friends and family of the filmmaker” genre comes “You Won’t Miss Me,” a vanity piece starring and co-written by Stella Schnabel.
Schnabel, daughter of the painter and director Julian, plays a depressed, struggling actress with mommy issues who floats through the streets of New York City on wings of ennui. She and her friends have dull arguments about the effed-up-ness of it all as they go to auditions and an Atlantic City concert.
Stuffed with banal dialogue (“I don’t really like threesomes” and “You have nice boobs — they’re like torpedoes”), the movie, co-written and directed by Ry Russo-Young, never amounts to anything more than a rambling, studenty exercise in undergraduate cinema vérité. Some expressive, arty photography and a mildly satiric attitude toward stage poseurs do little to make the picture bearable.