Sometimes being puzzled is good--it creates time and space to think, allows a person to conjure answers and perhaps ask more questions; in their films, many French directors like to ask The Big Questions: Who Am I? Where Do I Fit In The Scheme of Things? How do I know someone really loves me? La Moustache, despite it's narrative peculiarities, does just this.
La Moustache is a sort of intellectual thrill ride that begins with a simple premise: "Why did nobody notice that I shaved off my mustache this morning?" Simple premise but no simple answer. I was never bored watching this film: I was somewhat mystified, and admit to being a wee bit frustrated with what appeared to be an inconclusive ending...you may not feel that way. You may, as some viewers do, find the answer to this puzzle in the middle of the film. Do not, however, expect Casablanca, The Asphalt Jungle or even The Sound of Music. Some things are not designed to deliver entertainment or simple answers, and such things may often be treasured.
La Moustache is a sort of intellectual thrill ride that begins with a simple premise: "Why did nobody notice that I shaved off my mustache this morning?" Simple premise but no simple answer. I was never bored watching this film: I was somewhat mystified, and admit to being a wee bit frustrated with what appeared to be an inconclusive ending...you may not feel that way. You may, as some viewers do, find the answer to this puzzle in the middle of the film. Do not, however, expect Casablanca, The Asphalt Jungle or even The Sound of Music. Some things are not designed to deliver entertainment or simple answers, and such things may often be treasured.