I Blame Society

Aside from all its other virtues, this film is a truly inspiring example of committing to the bit.

The eventual twists might shock, but Horvat lands it all with a bruiser of an ending, as funny and scary as anything Hollywood itself has churned out in recent years. If this is do-it-yourself cinema, more filmmakers would benefit from being as laser-focused as Horvat is on making something that truly has something to say.

Made within the communities it satirises, I Blame Society thrives on its own crotchety energy.

The lynchpin that holds I Blame Society together is Wallace Horvat, not just with her writing and direction, but with her deadpan performance.

I Blame Society barely scrapes by as midnight movie camp; it’s much better as a form of wryly witty performance art/film criticism.

A deeply disappointing follow-up to her promising 2015 short Kiss Kiss Fingerbang, Gillian Wallace Horvat's I Blame Society is a first feature that points out many of its faults as it goes, as if to transmute them into satirical jabs at an uncertain object.