I Blame Society

Antisocial killers that murder on camera surly isn't a new trope (Hi Michael powell' Peeping Tom)

Here we get a young perky millennial named Gillian (a very game Gillian Wallace Horvath who also co-wrote the script) doing the dastardly deed and the result is, quite frankly, a nifty little feature, as far as I'm concerned.

I just wanted to do a quick writeup to hopefully convince any doubters, due to it low accumulated rating (4.2) that this is actually a pretty enjoyable and stinging comedy (in a dark and depraved sort of way)

Hope you like it.

Chompcrc here. This film does not deserve all the negative reviews. I have seen some garbage, and this is far from it. If you don't like found footage movies, steer clear, but otherwise, check it out. Of course the main character is not very likable. Hello, she's a narcissistic murderer. This film does a good job of showcasing denial, obsession, and psychopathy, in a manner not seen in a good while. I'm sure it's derivative, but isn't everything? If you like quirky, character driven psycho-comedy, this is the one for you.

Really creative. I thought the film was had a dark humor that fit like a glove into the story. It could have been very indulgent if handled differently. But as it plays out the film ends up being self aware in a really original way. I recommend.

I Blame Society: Filmmaker Gillian Wallace Horvat plays a crazed version of herself who gets fed up with scripts being rejected and studio double-dealing. She decides to use her skills to kil off all the hypocritical and annoying people she knows. Things get a bit Meta as she's making a faux-documentary about how good she would be as a serial killer. Some very dark scenes, you know this is black comedy and satire but it still cuts to the bone. Quite literally as she makes her murders look like suicide. She even dresses rooms as murder scenes as she breaks into homes. The chuckle may well die in your throats at times but this is well worth watching, Directed/Written by Gillian Wallace Horvat. 8/10.

A narcissist auteur goes full psycho to realize her ambition.

Retest of a tried idea, although I haven't seen it done from a female point of view before. This gets off to a ropey start, with a long scene that treads water with awkward performances, and then goes on to show us how annoying and unlikeable the protagonist is.

But wait! Once the change happens, I stopped thinking about the film and just got into the rhythm of the story as the protagonist became more likeable. There's plenty of clever satire on LA movie biz and relationships (with a David Lynch reference), but the sweetest irony is that the victims lead such detached lives that their patently fake suicide notes are convincing to those who knew them best - which turns out, hardly at all. The main killing goes surreal, with just the right tone. The end doubles down on the irony and satire, with a large dose of the American Psychos, leaving a pleasant sense of grimness.

The pacing was poor to begin with, but maybe the idea was to increase the sophistication of the production as the on-screen project picked up its own pace, with extra cameras and a winding dolly (overused gag), and more energy in the editing.

Performances were good. Music came on via too obvious orchestral stuff, but after that was good.

Overall: Fine addition to the honourable sub-genre of the 1st Person POV murder spree, but the early scenes needed more energy to carry the humour.