Raoul is 20, he lives alone in a Paris attic room. He’s a student in Art History working on his master’s degree. However, he finds it hard to concentrate on the task in hand as, for several months now, he has been obsessed by a single idea : he wants to be kissed. Therefore, he spends hours in pavement cafés watching women walk by and wanders for days on end through the streets of Paris hoping for an unlikely encounter. So, why doesn’t he ever go up to the girls whom he often sees alone, reading on a bench or writing at a café table ? He generally waits until they leave or until other, less timid young men approach them to say the words that he doesn’t dare to say and make the gestures that he’ll never make. Perhaps he’d like to be noticed ; but the thing is, Raoul is neither handsome nor ugly. There’s nothing exceptional about him and he’s just a “young man who wants to be kissed”… This film is his story.
Paul Deladus is 29. He’s an assistant professor at a Paris university. Paul became a teacher only reluctantly. He yearns to quit this “temporary” job, but can’t bring himself to. Consequently, he hasn’t finished his doctorate which would make him a full professor. In this way, with his modest earnings, he lives a half-life, waiting to begin what he might call “his life as a man”.
In a post-apocalyptic world, Théo, a rebellious youth fights a repressive regime by drawing and posting anti-government slogans, and finds dangerous love with a mysterious woman.
Stumbling across an uncompleted 1939 film called “Princess Marushka”, filmmaker Sam becomes intrigued with the young actor Sylvain Marceau, who last appeared in the film. Hoping to discover the mystery behind Sylvain’s disappearance, Sam decides to make a documentary and sets off to interview those who knew Sylvain, including elderly Lisa Morain. Through her interview, Sam learns the story of Lisa and Sylvain’s doomed love affair on the eve of World War II.
A whole life can pass by before someone’s capable of saying, “I love you.” Eighty years can go by before a love story begins. And all because of a game – or perhaps, thanks to a game. Sophie and Julien defined the rules of the game when they were young. For the rest of their lives, they’re referees – and often victims – of it. “Are you up to it?” “Sure!” They’re ready for anything: for better or worse. They flout all taboos, defy all restrictions, fly in the face of authority, laugh until it hurts. They’re ready for anything! Except perhaps to admit that they love each other. The game begins with an innocent bet. A bet made so as to forget that mum is very sick. A bet made so as to forget when the whole class calls you a dirty Polack. And a few bets later, the game becomes the best and most compelling thing in both of the children’s lives. They play, they love each other. Play, love. Love, play. In the end, it’s so much easier to just be friends. And so life goes by, the game remains, increasingly intense, like passion. And each time that they’re say “Sure!” they say, “I love you more than my own life.” “Sure!”