A scabrous satire about navigating an industry that parrots all the right things about wanting women's stories, but doesn't actually seem to have changed that much...

The writer-director-actor takes a while to hit her stride, but by the end the viewer is likely to be unnerved and amused by this display of egocentricity, homicide and low-budget film-craft.

An entertainment that, for all its frayed edges, never falters in its delivery of disgraceful, outrageous, tasteless gags.

I Blame Society grabs you from the opening scene and does not let go. Once the title splashes onto the screen at the very end and the credits roll you’ll find yourself thinking about this in between nearly every social interaction, if not during.