He was homosexual. So he hated doing women's hair.
An unintentional satire on male-centric filmmaking, based around an idea that would be quickly rejected at a student improv night. What this movie is doing in a book of 'great' movies is frankly beyond me. Often felt to have inspired the equally tawdry-posing-as-nostalgic Léolo (1992).
I want to say this much about the ending: It is a happy ending. Happy for her, happy for him, and their love remains inviolate and undiminished. Can you deny that?
Synopsis: Antoine has always been fascinated by a hairdresser's delicate touch, the beguiling perfume, and the enticing figure of a woman with an opulent bosom. After all, he had always known he would marry one, completing his idealized love fantasy.