So, I guess we welcome Gillian Horvat's
I Blame Society with open arms, and then maybe appreciate just what the cash-poor and idea-rich Horvat has done here.
This is a film gone meta-within-meta, as Horvat, playing herself as a struggling film-maker, filming herself planning the perfect murder as a plot for a mockumentary and then committing ... anything but.
Horvat's journey, from frustrated writer/director, enduring meetings with exactly the type of vapid young male dude-bros we all secretly imagine do run large parts of Hollywood, to stalker and then – possibly – accidental killer of her own best friend, is traced out in a series of mostly hell-funny and oddly likeable vignettes.