Wonderfully captures how quotas and quantification brought by techno-capitalism have eroded more qualitative aspects of living in which human behavior cannot be so easily parsed, sculpted, and defined within clean parameters despite the authoritative impulse to do so. Love how desolate and cold this film portrays modernity, it exudes a consistent sense of melancholy through a simple character study framework that draws from social realist formal sensibilities to deliver an acute critique of our increasingly disparate reality. This is a character adrift and to characterize her as aimless would be a gross miscalculation. Zero Fucks Given really lays the groundwork - this character's embracement of the anarchy intrinsic to living, her impulsive behavior is informed by the external, a direct response to the strictures of her environment, one in which the spontaneity of life is dissuaded due to it going against the expectations of labor under a techno-capitalist social order in which the physical body itself is merely a tool for capital and commodification. While some of the more intricate character dynamics related to her family didn't quite work for me, Zero Fucks Given feels lived-in and authentic. It has a specificity to aviation hospitality industry but much of what it exhibits is of universal concern, elucidating how connectivity itself is a deeply primal necessity that has pervasively been reconfigured, becoming merely another transactional process that can be exploited.
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