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The initial premise was interesting and implausible-a 9-year old grows a full mustache overnight. The first half-hour or so of the movie was fast-paced and cute; a little cartoonish, but it seemed like a broad comedy with the promise of some kind of moral. Then the plot got lost--and incredibly slow-moving. The resolution made no sense. Should we take pride in what makes us different? Or hide it? Or get rid of it and then get it back again? The writers came up with a cute premise and then frantically tried to figure out what to do with it. They never quite figured it out. (The movie included some good music, however).

A elemental school student is being unnoticed in the school, no one cares of him, except for his two friends that also comes unnoticed. Then one day he got a mustache, and, while at first hand is bullied, suddenly becomes a celebrity and attracts the attention of the 10,000 mustaches club.

The story tries to relies on a self-confidence story where you can see that initially the mustache is a burden and then something that brings him a lot of confidence, that, at some point put him in a top position in school but giving him the risk of losing what he really values.

While the idea sounds original, at some moment you would think about taking on a social cliché (hipster people leaving mustaches and beard because it look cool) applied to an unexpected element of society and put it to take the most laughs at possible, a joke that ends so quick that you want to skip the scenes just to see what happens if the kid decides to shave.

And with the shave, the movie goes along with the mustache, a bad resolution of the film, that is not showing the true idea behind the film makes the viewer to try to forget everything on this movie. As expected, the character goes downhill, but the way he gets his most valuable things he love to be saved turns to be badly executed.

Do not think even to put it if is the only movie you have in your tablet.

This latest delivery from "La Charanga Films" (sic), a Mexican PR and advertising firm, spells out everything that's wrong with having a group of privileged oligarchs come up with a a half-baked piece of entertainment for children.

You really have to wonder how such a vapid story made it past pre production. The premise is not a terrible one yet I can see most 11 year olds come up with a better story.

It tries to emulate Kafka by having a kid wake up one day with a mustache. Take it from there...

The photography is not terrible but post production managed to push the saturation to 12 to make it look like a Saturday morning cartoon.

The acting is abysmal, from the innocent Ulises as well as his uncle and the club of friends that leave an uncertain aftertaste not far from child molestation. This film failed for a good reason, when Mexican cinema is going through one of its finest moments.