Actress/comedienne Annabelle Gurwitch's no-frills film about the psychic cost of getting canned fulfills the "don't get mad, get even" fantasies of every newly unemployed basket case. She opens with the thrill of being told Woody Allen wants to read her for the upcoming off-Broadway mopefest "A Secondhand Memory," snarkily styling re-enactments of her joy at being anointed by the god of gripe in the style of his own black-and-white films. Then she belly flops into the agony of being unceremoniously rejected. "It's all bad," Allen whines cruelly. "None of it's good." Her voice hurts his ears, she looks "retarded," and she should never, ever do whatever it is she think...