Before Sunrise

Linklater built a whole film out of conversation: an American backpacker and a French student who meet on a train, get off together in Vienna, and wander the city until morning, talking about everything and nothing as the clock runs down on a connection neither expected. There is almost no plot, and it does not need one — the romance is entirely in the talk, the tentative closeness, the sweetness of two people being briefly, completely present to each other. It is among the most honest films ever made about how attraction actually feels, and it ends exactly where it should.