Quartile rating: 7.5/10 · 1 rating
Increasingly overshadowed by her boyfriend's recent rise to fame as a contemporary artist creating sculptures from stolen furniture, Signe hatches a vicious plan to reclaim her rightfully deserved attention within the milieu of Oslo's cultural elite.
Sick of Myself is a razor-sharp Norwegian dark comedy that earns its reputation through a genuinely distinctive voice and an uncomfortably committed central performance. Kristine Kujath Thorp is extraordinary as Signe, delivering a performance of escalating narcissistic desperation that is both repellent and riveting — a genuine standout. The film's novelty is high: while body horror and social satire have precedents, the specific cocktail of Oslo bourgeois milieu, social media vanity, and grotesque self-destruction feels singular and unmistakable in tone and execution. The plot is clever but somewhat one-note in its satirical thrust — it hammers its thesis repeatedly without deep structural complexity. Cinematography is competent and well-suited to the milieu without being visually distinctive. The ending, while tonally consistent, opts for a kind of bleak circularity that is satisfying conceptually but emotionally unresolved in ways that feel slightly anticlimactic rather than boldly ambiguous.