Sabine is about to break up with Antoine. With all of his rushing about being Father, Ex-Husbande, Employer, ambitious writer, she feels that he doesn’t truly love her, and as much as she cares for him she cannot allow herself to be equally loved in return.
She catches him inbetween one of his mad rushings and tells him this and he asks her, “Do you remember how we met?”
Sabine recounts the story of his clever pick up in her record store and remember how she usually didin’t date customers but he was so cute. Antoine shakes his head and says, “No, that is how you met me. I met you before.”
And he recounts a tale of waiting at for a phone booth. The man already in the booth is having a violent argument with someone. He gets so angry he takes out a photograph and tears it to shreds, hangs up and storms away.
Antoine enters the phone box and curiously picks up the pieces of photo, he assembles them and “falls in love with the most beautiful face in the world.”
He spends the next year, every free moment tyring to find this face, his only clue a torn up photo.
Sabine is entranced but really can’t accept this wild story until, in gentle denounment Antoine pulls a phto from his pocket, it is tapped and ragged and unmistakably Sabine.

Or “A Short Film About Love” is mandatory if you like romance.