Four of Them

-When I first heard this title, guys...it spoke to me. Finally, a movie that got straight to the point of the plot, nay...life. Mustaches. But alas, it is precariously stache-less for the majority, as it's about a man (Vincent Lindon) who, on a whim, shaves off his signature mustache, but is greatly disturbed that nobody, including his wife (Emmanuelle Devos), seems to notice, and in fact, deny he ever had one at all. Which is horrifying.

-I'm kidding. The summary makes it sound utterly ridiculous. But it's not, I promise. Not in that way, anyway.

-No...it's a psychological thriller/horror without the luxury of answers, or clues to answers, or anything. It's one, big, muddy metaphor, and metaphors don't need to make sense except at their core. But it'd be nice.

-Divergent timelines? Time travel? Insanity? Of the man or of the woman? Can he be snapping? Or can she just never be wrong? I don't know. This shit makes no sense.

-Otherwise, the acting is good, the direction, the cinematography. I liked this one shot, where there seem to be three seperate movies going on as the man walks down an Asian (forget which country, I was spacing out at that point) boardwalk, with a guy juggling to his left and two little boys holding hands, walking home, in front. I just liked that little touch.