A man has just won the Loto. He returns to the office one last time, in his underwear, wearing a duck mask, filming everything. He sings to his boss. He dances on the desk. He savours every second of a send-off that every employee in France has rehearsed in their head a thousand times. “Au revoir président. Au revoir.”
The insight is deeply, specifically French: the lottery fantasy is not the yacht, not the villa, not the escape to somewhere better. It is this. The ritual humiliation of the hierarchy. The workplace as the exact thing you will dismantle, publicly and joyfully, the moment you no longer need it. The film understood this better than almost any lottery campaign before or since.
Stratégies described it as “extrêmement jouissif” and noted that twenty years later it still makes people fantasise. Culture Pub crowned it a cult classic. Every time a French boss becomes briefly unbearable, someone quotes it. The campaign encouraged viewers to send in their own films. The phrase entered the language.
Effie 2003 : 1 Prix
Eurobest 2003 : 1 Silver
