Zero Fucks Given

Here we have such an elegant - and true to its name - production. Essential direction (a first feature) with original camerawork, clean and colorful photography, postmodern medley music. Yet acting and especially the screenplay are top notch: there, lots of "fucks" are given.

Character study of a young lost soul and profession study of flight attendants (eye opening for all those not used to how complex multinational business organizations may manage their HR).

Despite its qualities you're warned: not really entertaining except for very few sparks here and there especially towards the end of the movie (the scene where the sisters talk with their dad was so touching I had to cry). Indeed mostly thought provoking, uncomfortable and a little slow (had to watch it at 1,25x) yet one of the best dramas of 2021 (I haven't watched "Murina" who won in the same category at Cannes, but I doubt this will be topped).

I might be a little biased since I find A. Exarchopoulos to be outrageously sensual - maybe it's more of an 8... but I swear I can give her movies low votes as well... Looking forward to the next Lecoustre/Marre's endeavours.

This film about a young woman without any particular ambition working as a flight attendant was extremely real. It felt like a secret camera was just recording a month in the life of a few people working for the fictional Wing discount airline. The acting was terrific, and made the story feel completely believable.

I mostly enjoyed the aspects of the film that related to labor relations at her airline: how they pushed the cabin crew to be salespeople, underpaid them, & treated them like crap. There is a chance, here, for our main character to get involved with this storyline when she meets a picket line of her co-workers, but she waves off the union effort to improve conditions with a nihilistic, "nothing matters, nothing changes".

Our main character also has a chance to express something, to *do* something interesting around the death of her mother. But she doesn't. She keeps her pain bundled inside, as many of us do in the real world, and just carries on.

This character's life is boring because SHE is boring and lacks any compelling motivation. The film successfully illustrates that to the audience.

But being 100% "true-to-life" is NOT entertaining, unless the life in question is entertaining. There are millions of people in the world living non-ambitious lives worth repetitive jobs...and I don't want to watch a long-form film about each of them.

In this case, the writers and directors seem to have gone out of their way to illustrate how monotone this woman's life was. It is a symphony concert written with one note played over and over. It was "aggressively mundane", which is artistic, but *still* boring.

In itself, its a women on the labour market socialrealismic flick, and its directly a story about the life of work of a female flight attendant of the 2020's. It gives you a raw incision into a craft that may give a lot of pleasures and fun, at the same time your just as the wailing wall of jerusalem, a job where the customer is right in 99.999% of the time, where mind and temper control is always at high gear, and the company managment appears to considering you as a cattle in a farmers sales fare, with managers at different levels just there to squeeze out the last drop of honesty and efforts, to try to survive in the second most popular profession in the world amongst girls, where the wages and work hours are so depressed due to a surge of ''3rd world'' low wages employees, making all kinds of organizing in trade unions hardly impossible, and where the threat of being sacked in promptu hangs like a hammer over your head...at the same time as being satisfied with ones job aint enough, and where the lack of wishing promotion is considered a maligne disease by todays managers( its very much the same in the medical nursing profession that ive belonged to for 3 generations, where the rush for specialised continued education is a must rather than a wish, often paid by yourself, that leads to financial ruin for the latter part of your working life. I got shell shocked when working on my bachelor exam, and promised myself to never ever putting myself in such a situation once again!!!)

its definately not a comedy, and not erotic in the sense you might want, even though the main actress is a beauty in one of a kind, it will oppose and include you into the desperation and limbo that this young woman undergoes. Its a powerful critizism towards the feverish globalisation weve undergone in the past 30 years and the makers of this movie did a good job ,making you speculate afterwards how this story will move on.

So if your in for a realistic take of a maneating trade, then do watch rien a foutre, a grumpy old mans recommend.

In the end I loved the film. It starts off as a rather offputting look into the culture of a cheap airline. Cassandre seems willingly lost in a job she does not enjoy; at times the film seems almost a satire. Then slowly the focus shifts and the backstory of her escape becomes the main focus. She is still grieving a loss and unable to let go.

I love the authentic way the Adèle delivers the inner emotions of Cassandre. The moment when Cassandre fails to hold a 30 second smile in a corporate course; or the call with the mobile operator are simply touching.

After losing a parent, your mother, you take to the skies to recover, as a hostess you fly, on occasion you cry, it's the way that you choose to recover. Your colleagues are generally fine, although there's some who live in the guidelines, they appear quite austere, just for drinking a beer, acts of kindness not desired by this airline. You get your kicks in a number of ways, from a bottle, from a pill, from men plays, but the truth is you're stuck, in a perpetual rut, there are better ways to spend these long days.

You have to feel for poor old Cassandre Wassels but I lost interest half way through and that was when the title of this piece resonated most, still a good performance from Adèle Exarchopoulos however.