Didn't anybody else notice that, despite the fact the guy had photos of himself with a mustache, he didn't show them to his wife? I mean, come on. The first thing anybody would've done in his situation, with his wife insisting he never had a mustache, would be to shove the photos in her face and say "See? Photos of me with a mustache!" For God's sake, he even showed a stranger (female cop) his driver's license and said "Do you see a mustache in this photo?" And the cop said "Yes". So why wouldn't the guy show it to his wife? He even dug out the photos and looked at them, ostensibly with the intention of showing them to his wife as proof, but no. I can't believe how insanely frustrating it was to try and watch this flick while that idiot held onto those photos yet didn't show them to his wife. I couldn't enjoy it after that. Please, someone explain to me why the director thought that was a reasonable way for the protagonist to behave.
Review of The Moustache
