Are you a sensitive person?

You have to appreciate this scene from start to finish, without looking away. If you manage to do so, and the hairs on your forearms suddenly stand on end, it's because you're part of a very closed community of hypersensitive people, shaken here by the tears of a lunar and breathtaking Emilie Dequenne.

Resigned and admiring, you will feel, like me, your throat tighten before this audacious reinterpretation of I Will Survive, where love in the face of class determinism, the price to pay for the theory of the ladder (which some today call hypergamy), intuitive intelligence in the face of the academic spirit, the charm of boorishness against the coldness of elegance, and the consolation of carefree friendships in sad times are intertwined in a dizzying array of emotions.

You'll be frustrated by your desire to embrace this admirable single mother, whom you might blame for her romantic downfall. But who are we to criticize this artifactual love? And you'll find yourself forgiving this detestable, handsome man condemned to an endless quest.

Remember that by stopping the untimely swipes and the bulimic anticipation series that are fashionable, and by appreciating what even some rubbish can teach you – and this one is not one of them – you will then become a “hypersensitive rational”.

Rational because you will have poured the little rose water you had left into the gutter. Hypersensitive because you will have kept the bottle and its scent of benevolence.

Life is unpredictable, often cruel, and bitterness always ends up affecting us. Let's consume it with the pout of those rainy days, which taste of the licorice we hated as children. A bit like Jennifer, who cries while offering that indestructible smile to her friends, in one of the most beautiful scenes in French cinema.

“Do not mock, do not deplore, do not curse, but understand. » said Spinoza. Or more recently, “Don’t hate the players, hate the game”.

For those who want to go deeper, I suggest – nay, I tell you – to watch the film “Not His Kind”, or to read the book of the same name…