Signe (Kristine Kujath Thorp) lives with her boyfriend, Thomas (Eirik Sæther), an artist who makes sculptures using stolen furniture. As Thomas rises to fame, Signe yearns to be the center of attention, so she purposefully damages her health by taking Lidexol, an illegal drug that causes severe skin reactions.

       Signe comes across as an emotionally needy, selfish, insecure and immature young woman who lacks empathy, remorse and introspection. She has no shame in lying to get what she wants. Like a textbook narcissist, she can't handle not being the center of attention and will do anything to achieve it. Is she a product of a toxic society that enables her behavior? Did she have a traumatic childhood that caused it? If she had more self worth and better role models in her life, would she still take the Lidexol pills? What's going on inside Signe's mind? Those are among the questions that Sick to Myself leaves for the audience to interpret on their own. There's no voice-over narration or any scenes where Signe overexplains her emotions. It's not easy to get inside the mind of a protagonist who's so unpleasant to be around. To be fair, though, it would be safe to say that Signe probably barely knows herself nor does she even like herself. Perhaps she has no sense of identity in a world where people are inauthentic. Either way, she's a human being albeit a very flawed one who has deeply-rooted issues. There are some comedic moments, although they're mostly with dark humor that lead to uncomfortable laughter. Sick of Myself also has some psychological horror and physical horror elements that make it hard to classify in one genre. The plot can be taken literally or as a parable and satire about the dangers of narcissism. Writer/director Kristoffer Borgli wisely trusts the audience's emotions and intelligence while avoiding preachiness, sugar-coating and easy answers.

      Kristine Kujath Thorp gives a raw and convincingly movingp performance as Signe while finding humanity in the role. She's fortunate to have a screenplay that unflinchingly explores the dark side of human nature which provides enough of a window into Signe's heart, mind and soul. The make-up and practical effects that show Signe's skin disease look very realistic in a way that adds to the film's creepiness. Interestingly, writer/director  Kristoffer Borgli choses to not show a dog biting someone in a key scene at the beginning of the film; the attack itself remains off-camera, so the audience just sees the aftermath with blood from the victim on Signe. The camera does not shy away, though, from showing Signe's deformed face once the skin disease gets worse, so if you're disturbed and disgusted, that's part of the film's intent. At a running time of 1 hour and 35 minutes, Sick of Myself is a razor-sharp, provocative and wickedly funny satire.