Driven by nonlinear editing and out of story slips of House of Cards fame ( ol’ Kevin Spacey doing his fourth wall breaking), I, Tonya is a tonic flurry of events, delivered in the new American way of delivering a human portrait with tools borrowed from other genres (action) or medium (tv series). It strongly reminded me of the David O. Russell form, yet without the precision.
With little artistic intent, the film limits itself to serve its moral lesson to the vicarious public hunting for an escape dose.