I enjoyed the first half of Gillian Horvat's black comedy 'I Blame Society', about a narcissistic wannabe film-maker who conceives her own desire to kill her enemeies as the perfect subject matter. The twist, which is not exactly hidden from us, is that the character's sense of what is appropriate may go beyond just talking about murder. The film's problem is that once she becomes an actual killer, what we're left with is almost camp, too far gone to continue to work as an effective satire of the me-generation. Had the story ended with first body it would have made a more coherent and satisfying film.
Review of I Blame Society
