Desperate to Be Micro-Famous The pivotal scene in Kristoffer Borgli’s black comedy, “Sick of Myself,” is one that, in any other film, would be a frightening harbinger of what’s to come. We see Signe, a fashionable young barista from Oslo (played by Kristine Kujath Thorp), making a coffee during her shift. She glances down at her arm and notices a grizzly rash beginning to crawl up the inside of her elbow, as if she has been infected by the Cordyceps-ravaged zombies from “The Last of Us.” But, in this satire of tech-addled millennial and Zoomer culture, the rash is auspicious, a sign of triumph. The unusual skin condition will be Signe’s ticket to a kind of micro-celebrity that she’s been desperately striving for; she has inflicted the rash upon herself. Borgli has created in Signe a stand-in for a generation who will literally do anything, to the point of self-mutilation, to achieve notoriety.Signe’s quest for attention has been prompted by her live-in boyfriend, Thomas (Eirik Sæther), a fine artist who has recently gained an elevated status. He is showing at prestigious galleries, receiving interest from major institutions, and being featured on the cover of magazines. He’s reached a level of niche acclaim that Signe shamelessly desires, and Thomas compounds her insecurities by neglecting her as he becomes increasingly ensnared in the trappings of his career. One day, despondent and deprived of validation, Signe reads a tabloid report about a prescription drug with a sedative effect that also causes a grotesque skin condition. When she gets ahold of the black-market medication, she starts taking huge quantities in secret, until the symptoms set in and the skin condition begins to ravage her upper body. Though Signe’s antics, in the not too distant past, would have been considered a cut-and-dried case of Munchausen syndrome, they can now be understood as a response to the modern pressure to brand oneself.
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