The lead actor played the role very well, but I didn't feel like the film was really going anywhere.

I cycle of scenes from planes, night clubs, hanging around the hotel/house.

It showed how empty and meaningless her life is. And highlighted how grim work can be at times.

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.