A tenor, in suit and tie, with a receding hairline, sings a ballad to his love, “Your Face Is Like a Song,” to simple piano accompaniment. Preserved by the Academy Film Archive in 2015.
Camille, an assistant at an art gallery, hosts Masato Kimura, a Japanese video game designer who has come to France to promote his latest creation. Indifferent to his world, Camille finds the man inscrutable until Masato asks to use her face in his next game.
Camille falls on the nose. A stupid fall, apparently benign, but Camille feels her nose moving, growing, inside. The fear of looking like Fabio and his big adolescent body, his grandmother deformed by the disease, the pigs of the old man, seized her. Fear of losing shape.
Loose impressionistic brushstrokes sketch a series of portraits of two faces, one male and one female, while the verse on the soundtrack tells the tale of both one and a thousand relationships.
In Leo's world, people have a single expression face. Leo wears the mask of impassiveness. Invisible to the beautiful Suzie, he will have to employ an artifice to be noticed by her.
