Marion Cotillard is exceptional.
I was expecting dreary French cinema for tough critics and depressed audiences, but this one has a near-comical twist to it. A woman who is about to lose her job has to go from door to door to persuade her co-workers to vote for her staying and not for a hefty bonus they will get in case she leaves.
But do hang on. Nothing comical about the circumstances. She absolutely has to keep her job for her family to survive, she has just gone through severe depression and overall France looks nothing like Paris.
There are two moments of catharsis here. First, when you hear Van Morrison’s “Gloria” desperately sung in a car. Second, the bittersweet ending that seems inevitable, depressing, joyful.