A small-town girl comes to the fictional University of Los Angeles to pursue her dreams of being a fashion designer and encounters a roommate who is clingy to the point of psychotic. Starring Minka Kelly as that starry-eyed newcomer and Leighton Meester as her 1,000-yard-stare nemesis, "The Roommate" is a waste all around of young, attractive actresses, Los Angeles locations and the time of anyone unlucky enough to sit through it.
Without tension or suspense, the film is too gloomy and chaste to be a naughty exploitation picture but also too brainless to work as anything more real.
Directed by Danish filmmaker Christian E. Christiansen from a script by Sonny Mallhi, the film largely dispenses with such apparently antiquated notions as character development or back story, choosing instead to just sort of dole out information Mad Libs-style as it seems most convenient. A girl off her meds? A previous object of obsession? That sort of info, which actually might help to lend depth, emotional credibility and logical sense to of all this, is just casually tossed out there and then just as carelessly tossed aside.
Also left on the table unexplored are issues of reverse class-envy implied by having Meester's wealthy girl — the press notes say the character is from Pasadena, but the word itself is never uttered — aspire to the life of a seemingly more carefree Des Moines émigré. For good measure the film also features a self-pierced ear, a belly-ring bloodlessly ripped out, a fake-Facebook named Frienderz, an odd thing for Richard Prince's nurse paintings, a brief moment of girl-girl kissing and a kitten named Cuddles.