Moustachette: A Review. Sort Of.

What can one say about a movie that’s 16 minutes long, especially when the film festival staff let everyone in 5 minutes after they’ve started playing said movie?

For those of you not in the know, Moustachette is a short film from the mind of Patrick Stump, the priceless melody-maker and singer for Fall Out Boy. In addition to directing, P. Sassy plays Eugene Arlington, an amicable fellow on a quest to develop a backbone. Sort of. Ryan Key (Yellowcard, Big If) plays Casper Amity, self-aggrandizing artist who dresses like a cross between popcore dork and crunkcore poser (plz see

A lot of the movie is dialogue between Casper and Eugene, a dichotomy between the entitled and the polite. Fall Out poster Boy Pete Wentz plays a small role, but gets to take a swing at Key for having eye-sex with his girlfriend. I really don’t want to say much else, should you want to experience it fresh when it comes to an indie theater (or perhaps iTunes) near you.

In place of a play-by-play, I was going to interview Ryan about his role as Casper and what it was like to be directed by Patrick-it’s just that he’s either crafting painstakingly eloquent answers or giving me the passive-aggressive brush-off. Should the answers ever return to my inbox, I will post them, though. Promise.

A little bird with blue hair recently received a letter of correspondence from Mr. Stump after the bird blogged a review that stated she was less than impressed with the outcome of Moustachette. P. Sassy reportedly responded that he wasn’t pleased with how it turned out, either.

At the time I requested an interview with Key, he hadn’t seen the movie either, so I suppose I’ll just let it go. But I really wanted to talk about his wardrobe:

As for me? A 16-minute movie is an ideal investment for my attention span, especially paired with familiar faces, so I can’t honestly say my opinion is unbiased. Is it aesthetically pleasing? Totally. I feel like it took a hint from the Speed Racer (the ’08 movie version), which was a colorful feast of a flick. (I realize I’m nearing the too-much mark for alliteration, but this review is almost over, I swear).

Was it inspiring? Not really. But I think the people going to see this because of Patrick have already bought stock in his talent, and this little foray into a different artistic medium isn’t really going to change fan opinion.

Did it stir up a curious craving for a blueberry shake? Well, yes-and I’ve never even had a blueberry shake. And who knows, maybe that was the whole point.

For more info, visit Moustachette’s official site.