Director: Kristoffer Borgli

Stars: Kristine Kujath Thorp, Eirik Sæther, Anders Danielsen

A towering central performance from Kristine Kujath Thorp keeps this rickety satire on the road. She is Signe, a terminally narcissistic and socially anxious young woman. We first encounter her in a high-end restaurant with her struggling artist boyfriend Thomas (Sæther) as they plan to leave without paying for an exorbitantly-priced bottle of wine. Later at a party, Signe brags about how she’s been urged to start a podcast as she’s been told she’s so funny. She is horrified when Thomas’ preposterous exhibition of stolen chairs becomes a surprise hit, and tries to upstage him at a celebratory dinner party by faking a nut allergy. After reading an article on Twitter about a Russian drug Lidexol that gives you skin disease, she places a bulk order with her loser drug dealer. Signe manages to parlay her subsequent disfigurement into a modelling career in sequences that may or may not be taking place inside her head. The picture loses direction about halfway in as the satire becomes a little too broad and the attempts at sick humour as tiresome as the protagonist. Thorp is mesmerising though, displaying a keen sense of physical comedy while eliciting sympathy for her horrible character. And her rendering of Signe’s desperation for affirmation is far more relatable than many of us would care to admit.

David Willoughby

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