I seem to be a verb

Black is a thick-headed, aggressive protector of his brother and his town, never very far from bloodthirsty rage, while White is an innocent, optimistic savant who can't tie his own shoes, but pretends to send regular reports to the alien headquarters from which he was supposedly sent to maintain peace on Earth.

The Yin/Yang symbolism might not all that subtle, but thankfully this anime doesn't veer too far off into random gibberish or unexplained mysticism compared to others I've recently seen.

The visuals are truly amazing, from the bustling, chaotic urban landscape rendered with a level of detail unmatched by anything since Paprika to the random watercolor scenes when the plot briefly delves into the minds and fantasies of the protagonists, culminating in a 2001-like explosion of abstract visuals near the end. Add an unusual electronic soundtrack by Plaid, and you've got what's now one of my favorite animated movies.

As protests over the closing of a cinema grow into wider countercultural rebellion in 1968 France, Matthew, a newly-arrived young American film buff, meets two kindred spirits: the siblings Isabelle and Theo. They invite him first into their home and eventually into their rather unconventional relationship. Left to their own devices in the gorgeous Paris apartment of their parents, they construct their own little bubble of reality free from responsibilities and social norms, the uprising outside the window serving only as the backdrop for sexual exploration, philosophical discussion (or, if you prefer, intellectual masturbation) and all-out adoration of Nouvelle Vague cinema.

Just like Matthew immediately falls in love with the strange pair, The Dreamers effortlessly seduced me with its lush aesthetics, its romanticism, the excitement of revolution, the adventure of being on your own in a foreign country, the nostalgic hommage to old movies I've never seen, the air of intellectualism, of knowing it all and engaging in verbal sparring, the abundant nudity and hedonistic eroticism, the perhaps stereotypical Frenchness of it all.

How could I not want to live in their dream world for a while?