This is a movie John Waters called “pretty f*cked up”—and he’s not wrong.

You ever lie just a teeny bit for attention? Exaggerate a story maybe or claimed you saw something you didn’t, just to get people talking? Well you’re a coward compared to Signe. This is a woman who fully commits to the bit.

A barista living with her pretentious “artist” boyfriend Thomas—who’s been hogging the spotlight a little too much lately—Signe hears about a Russian drug with nightmarish side effects and orders a ton off the dark web. Suddenly, her phone is blowing up, she’s getting likes on social media, she’s got all of the Scandinavian bourgeois eating out of the palm of her decaying, flesh-rotted hand. Next stop, the world!

This is a movie John Waters called “pretty f*cked up”—and he’s not wrong. It’s a deranged satirical commentary on how the attention economy has us all in a chokehold. What’s disturbing isn’t just how far Signe is willing to go—it’s how, on some level, it makes perfect sense.