Goddamn, adulting is hard.
Cassandre is a flight attendant for a low-budget airline, with a dick of a manager. Her mother just died in a car crash.
She copes by completely shutting down emotionally, doing her job with a mechanical efficiency, clubbing & occasionally hooking up with assorted nameless strangers, until she gets put on indefinite leave for showing some basic compassion toward an elderly passenger. This forces her back home, where she helps her family get past the horror of the accident.
This feels like it comes from the same place as
Frances Ha. Adèle Exarchopoulos is amazingly stoic here, and her presence pulls us gently & persistently through the story. It's wonderful.
There’s a scene near the end, in Dubai, where everyone is silently social distancing, masked, standing far apart on squares on the ground, watching a musical water fountain display. The camera lingers on a small child, dancing, wandering between the grownups, free.
