Il faut souffrir pour être beau

The scouts

The premise reads like a Hallmark setup, but if Renoult's actually subverting the meet-the-boyfriend ritual into something genuinely strange, that's the only thing keeping me interested—and I suspect he's not.

A cleanly executed romantic comedy that knows its tradition, though at two minutes there's limited room to establish the formal sophistication or editing rigor that would distinguish it from dozens of festival shorts in this lane.

Whatever 'special' means in Agathe's case—whether it's a visual reveal, a behavioral tic, or a single reaction shot—that's the whole film, and if Renoult nails that one choice, the tenderness lands and the whimsy becomes earned rather than cute.