Cannes Review: ‘Sick Of Myself’ by Kristoffer Borgli

Time can be cruel. The second feature film by Norwegian director Christopher Borgle, i’m tired of myselfThe problem is in the Un Certain Regard section of the Cannes Film Festival of Ruben Ostlund’s divisive yet hilarious competition title slip. pain triangle; The second is a broader, dumber but much more brutal class and cultural divide. i’m tired of myself He will also unexpectedly have to compete with his compatriot Joachim Trier. the worst person in the worldHe went to the Oscar from the Cannes competition last year.

The net result, despite another excellent and stable central performance, ninja doll star Christine Kujat Thorpe, i’m tired of myself It hasn’t gotten as much attention as it has in previous years, which is unfortunate because there are some interesting insights and some dark laughs here.

Thorpe plays Signe, a young woman named Signe, a kleptomaniacal conceptual artist with her lover Thomas (Eric Setter) (in the film’s somewhat misleading opening scene, we see the couple planning to steal expensive wine from a restaurant). Both Peleas and Signin work at a cafe where their daily routine is suddenly interrupted when a customer sniffs a wild dog. Signe comes to her rescue, and she goes home blurry, still covered in bloodstains from another woman. She expresses herself shrewdly, but she sows the attention she receives from the police, the people she passes by, and later the media.

Later, when Thomas becomes a rising art star with his wacky compositions, some made from stolen furniture, he attends a fine dinner in Sin’s honor.

Annoyed by the fact that Thomas is the center of attention and no one listens to his attempts when talking at the party, Signa has a nut allergy. The anxiety he shows encourages him to go further, and as Thomas tries to utter a sincere word, he produces an anaphylactic shock and draws all the attention to himself.

This moment is the catalyst for what happens next: After reading about a Russian mood-altering drug called Lidexor that has been linked to a mysterious flesh-eating skin disease, Signe will order boxes and boxes of items with full knowledge of the drug. Side effects.

There’s a very good foundation for black satire here, and Thorpe excels at popping pills in the first half of the movie, during scenes that showcase his painless skill at gibberish physical comedy. There is also a small tip Fight Club It’s against the backdrop of Signe’s work that reflects the film’s cheerfully distorted nihilism, and that is of course an exaggeration, perhaps even a touch of John Waters. women’s issues Signa is furiously proud that she intentionally injured herself when she became a tabloid star or even a model.

But somehow i’m tired of myself It never blooms; Sin and Thomas are somehow trapped in an ongoing toxic and interdependent relationship, and the glovebox’s expressive face begins to fade under confusing layers of latex.

The ludicrous and deceptively fantastical scenes of Signe’s cheeky narcissism really lift the movie up when it starts to hurt a little (best of all, including Anders Danielson Lee as a dead doctor in a prank cameo). However, that’s not enough to justify spending 90 minutes in the company of people, and Borgley seems to know that, in the end, he seems to be kindly ruining everything by actually doing nothing.

There are two very interesting stories here; One is a disrespectful post about the victims of society, the media, and celebrities, and the other is a gentle portrait of a sad and lonely woman who will do anything to make herself felt. But there is a mediocre gap, and the feeling that is missing here is not where it is.