A sweaty French capsule of domestic apocalypse, Emmanuel Carrère's movie begins with exactly the ridiculously mundane question that transforms the characters' lives into an electrocuted horror: Should I shave my mustache? Marc (Vincent Lindon) asks as he's lathering up in a bath before a dinner party; "Never seen you without it," his wife Agnès (Emmanuelle Devos) shrugs. He does, hides his face coyly, and then the unthinkable happens -- she says nothing. His friends at dinner do not notice, his co-workers the next day are mute. Agnès soon flips out -- her husband never had a mustache. An elaborate joke, or delusion? Both are happier scenarios than the last stop on this existential rail line to nowhere: that Carrère's hero is in fact invisible, incorporeal, present but somehow irrelevant, a Kafkaesque "disappearance man." A Raymond Carver tale nudged into everyday absurdism, La Moustache's premise is fueled by both Devos, she of the relentlessly fascinating Picasso face, and Lindon, who is perfectly cast as an average semi-macho schmo caught in the ultimate pre-menopausal nightmare.
Director: Emmanuel Carrere
Writer: Jerome Beaujour and Emmanuel Carrere
Cast: Vincent Lindon, Emmanuelle Devos, Mathieu Amalric, Hippolyte Girardot and Cylia Malki