The Working Class Goes to Heaven, 1971 - ★★★★½

Who are the masters and who are the slaves? Does it really matter? It feels like Lulu is so close to grasping that love - for Arturo and his girlfriend- are the only path out of degradation. But the way his eyes light up when he hears he’s “the first to be rehired” gives me doubt.

Still in an age when we freely give value to our tech overlords, who profit on our attention - is it really the bosses who take the role of Marx’s masters? Who do we really work for if our time and attention is spent in apps and online.

And is the only other alternative Militina’s path of madness?  

Can easily see how this won at Cannes. One of the most French Italian movies I’ve seen.