I can't shake the feeling that I watched this before a few years ago (before I joined Trakt) but forgot. Lots of déjà vu throughout. But if I did watch it once before, it's not really surprising to me that I'd forget. Like most of the (admittedly few) French films I've seen, this one isn't particularly uplifting. It's actually becoming more and more depressing, the more I think about it. The soundtrack is quite nice—probably my favorite part of the film, though a couple of places where the music switched mid-scene from non-diegetic to obviously diegetic (like at the club, when Marie and Floriane moved to the dance floor) broke the flow. I would award the cinematography a close second to the soundtrack, if not a tie for first place. There are some beautifully framed shots in this movie, balanced out by the scenes in drab back hallways of the swim center. Oh, and I must give a shout-out to the metaphorical title. It just ties together so many of the film's elements. If the film's point is that teenagers are assholes, it was made. I can't honestly say that any of the characters were likable. The two protagonists (Marie and Anne, for clarity) aren't actually assholes, but everyone around them is. From this stems the dispiriting tone of the film. Though I have to admit, how would one go about writing an uplifting film about teenage angst?