Run time: 97 mins

Kristoffer Borgli’s edgy satire takes narcissism to a hilariously sickening new level.

Signe (Kristine Kujath Thorp) and Thomas (Eirik Sæther) are in an unhealthy, competitive relationship that takes a vicious turn when Thomas suddenly breaks through as a contemporary artist. In response, Signe makes a desperate attempt to regain her status by creating a new persona hell-bent on attracting attention and sympathy. Inspired by reading about the disfiguring side effects of a dubious Russian anxiety pill, Signe embarks on a Munchausen-syndrome campaign of twisted stardom that in gives her exactly what she wants, but also more than she bargained for.

There’s no getting around how disturbing Signe is as a person of supremely bad judgment in her quest to be interesting. But as a mirror into how egomaniacal madness blends readily with an empathy-driven society, she’s a brilliant comic creation, thrillingly played in all her cringeworthy needs by Thorp. Alongside her, Thomas is no less of a moral vacuum and Sæther’s brilliantly selfish performance is uniquely funny.

As the satire retains its bitter tone to the very end, Sick of Myself proves itself well-aware that narcissists don’t learn lessons, they just learn how to adapt.