Spit in her milk.

"I was 15" - lol, no.

Though it's been aptly described as Goodfellas on ice, Craig Gillespie borrows more broadly from Scorsese's filmography. I, Tonya is the destructive tale of Raging Bull transmuted to the story of Tonya Harding. It sees violence as cyclical and reproductive. But where Scorsese's films are intensely interior and reflective, Gillespie's is entirely exterior. It hopes to transform - as Robbie says in the most devastating line of the entire film - "just a punchline" into a full, empathetic human being. It sees the media circus and popular shallow understanding of Tonya as a verbal version of the physical and psychological abuse that she endured for decades.

I'm not sure this film does a whole lot with the reflexive and self-aware mode of storytelling, but I, Tonya is a brilliantly tragic performance piece for Margot Robbie, and act her ass off she does. I give I, Tonya a 3.5/5.