At the end of the screening, I wasn't sure if it was appropriate to laugh, often uproariously, at the ruthless existential vicissitudes of Philippe, an educated and wealthy quadriplegic (the excellent François Cluzet), who by sheer coincidence sees his grim fate intersect with a diversity less familiar to him, the social and generational one, personified by the infectious daredevil from the Parisian banlieues, Driss (the astonishing Omar Sy).
The fact that the real protagonists of the story chose to appear for a few seconds during the rolling of the end credits makes me suppose yes.
Steal two hours from your life to give it a chance: that lump in your throat that will be slow to dissolve on your way home is worth the price of the ticket.
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