Emerald Fennell
Una Donna Promettente (Promising Young Woman)

Who is that seemingly forty-something woman, completely drunk and alone in a nightclub, easy prey for any ill-intentioned person? She looks like a manager worn out by her tenth drink and extremely appealing to a group of men. They bet, the men do, on who will take her home before the drunkenness wears off. Is it the first time she's done it? No, it's her habit, but by the second or third encounter we begin to wonder if she's really drunk or just pretending.

But who is Cassie? She still lives with her parents and works in a coffee shop. At first, she seems like a NERD unable to have normal relationships with those around her; the wind must blow again and again to confuse the route, to review the beginning and intuit the end after so many deceptive moments.

In any case, we must wait, understand the names, remember them, and pick up the thread until, exactly 30 minutes from the end, the smoke begins to clear, and everything becomes clear and evident.

Rather than spoil the ending, I'd prefer to delve into the film's meaning.

Many themes are addressed, fate, revenge, the carefreeness and lurking dramas of adolescence: an unexpected death, an unwanted pregnancy, or an accident without seatbelts.

Having just watched "Promising Young Woman," I can't contain my enthusiasm and must absolutely refrain from "spoiling" everything.

The film talks about an adolescent trauma.

The ending is bitter, but we all stand in solidarity with that "Promising Young Woman," one of the most exciting films of the past year.

Referring back to the review by @withor, I realize how, as in the film, life mixes up the cards of fortune or misfortune.

1989 Riccione, we would start off in groups from the Marche to work there, an apartment for 500,000 lire and stellar earnings in restaurants and hotels to support ourselves and to travel in winter. Every time, with friends from those times, memories resurface but above all, we thank luck for being kind to at least a good percentage of us.

Usually, the work rhythm prevented us from going to a nightclub, but Riccione was an open-air venue and in one way or another, we were drawn into the nightlife.

August, Ethos Mama Club-Vae Victis (from 6 to 13) we decide to stay up all night. His Majesty Tony Humphries was playing.

"Close your eyes and open your mouth".... and then vague memories, a country house as a break between one nightclub and another and that 30-year-old PR (very old to me) gifting me my first high-heeled shoes. From there to 1995, we would spend all our weekends on the Riviera.

In the summer of "up up and it doesn't hurt," everything was going swimmingly, but by September a cold shower was already waiting for us.

The first to fall was him, he got caught up in that substance that no one on the Riviera wanted to name anymore. They found him in a dump, dead and abandoned by two "friends" who fortunately had to pay for what they did.