It's November, lads. That means put down your razors and get your bum fluff on in support of
Movember, the only high-profile charitable event that gives a damn about men's health. If you don't have the capacity to grow hair out of your top lip, draw a moustache on with permanent marker, or maybe even
donate some money to the cause by following the very handy
hyperlinks scattered shamelessly throughout this
paragraph.
But I'm not a man who would take more than a couple of lines worth of time out of my
busy schedule to do something nice, so we'll have enough of that charity guff and get on with the moustachio-related matters of this post. In celebration of the month of all thing face-fuzz related, I have decided to dedicate this month's posts to the undisputed moustache champions of the world: the Italians.
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| Germany will reclaim their title when they reanimate Bismarck. |
As such, I will be looking at three classic Italian movies, each famous in their own right, be that good or bad, and giving my usual well informed and witty critique on proceedings in real time, just like the other time that
went so well. To start off, we'll be looking at Roberto Benigni's 1997 war comedy-drama
Life Is Beautiful, so let's get going.
