The main actor is so likeable and charismatic that he - along with great photography and music - helps get over the fact that the woman of his dreams is only just worth them. She guesses as much too and opts out in spectacular fashion before he can realise. The main conceit about fetishising hairdressers is short story stuff, but the setting - mainly confined to the salon - is reminiscent of being in a waiting room - the waiting room of life, where all meaning is finally meaningless Middle eastern music, with its echoes of paradise just out of reach suits this as does the hero's crazed dance.
Review of The Hairdresser's Husband
