Poor Signe, (a brilliant Kristine Kujath Thorp), doesn't get a lot of attention, particularly not from her boyfriend Thomas, (Eirik Saether), for whom craving attention is like his need for oxygen. Then one day day a woman staggers into the bakery where Signe works, covered in blood, and falls into Signe's arms. Later Signe walks home wearing her blood-splattered clothing and suddenly finds she is getting at least some attention and so begins Kristoffer Borgli's brilliant and very black 'body-horror' comedy "Sick of Myself".
Of course, the more Thomas ignores Signe the more she goes out of her way to feign illness but when that doesn't work she goes to even greater extremes like taking a drug she's read about online and which causes severe facial disfigurement. Now Thomas is taking notice but is it enough?
"Sick of Myself" is the blackest of black comedies, taking in not just body horror but brilliantly lampooning our constant need to be the centre of attention, to be looked at and talked about in this age of social media. Both Signe and Thomas suffer from it though both react differently; Signe in disfiguring herself and Thomas in stealing stuff which he uses in his exhibitions, (he's an artist who wants to be more famous than he is). Disturbing and very funny in equal measure, this is unquestionably the most original and best comedy you are likely to see all year.
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