Gimme Five!: Most Necessary Movie Mustaches

Join us as we treat you to a handful of the best and worst movies, characters, scenes, lines and or other significant cinematic moments. At least in our opinion.

Hey, it's Movember! It's time for a celebration of hilarious movie mustaches. (I wish we could give the top prize to Sarah Silverman at the 2009 Emmys, but she hasn't worn it in a movie. Yet. Unfortunately, this also disqualifies Ron Swanson's mustache, which is factually the greatest mustache of our era.)

5) Will Ferrell, Anchorman: The Legend of Ron Burgundy

If there are two things we remember about Ron Burgundy: scotch and his mustache.

4) Ben Stiller, DodgeBall: A True Underdog Story

But how can we take Ben Stiller seriously as a fitness guru and captain of competitive dodgeball team The Purple Cobras without a Fu Manchu?

3) Samuel L. Jackson, Pulp Fiction

Jules' Winnfield's mustache-sideburn-fro combo is just seriously badass. When one intends to say things like "Every time my fingers touch brain, I'm Super Fly T.N.T., I'm The Guns of the Navarone!" or to quote Ezekiel 25:17, one must have the facial hair to back it up.

2) Dustin Hoffman, Hook

Dustin Hoffman with a mustache? Impossible. With a handlebar that curls at the ends? Preposterous! But it is so, and it comes with matching eyebrows.

1) Michael Cera, Youth in Revolt

I have not seen this movie, but I have seen this mustache and that is all I need.

Other mentionable mustaches:

Matt Dillon, There's Something About Mary - One word: Gross.

Seth Rogen, Superbad - What is a cop without a 'stache?

Charlie Chaplin - Just like a little hand broom.

DVD: Youth in Revolt

Photo: Amazon.com

(Que Cera, Cera.)

Starring Michael Cera, Portia Doubleday, Justin Long, Ray Liotta and Steve Buscemi. Directed by Miguel Arteta. 90 Minutes. 14A

Everyone and their second-cousin complains that Michael Cera only has one sorta clever schtick: the gawkwardly cute dude in brightly-coloured cords. Everyone and their second-cousin hasn't seen Youth in Revolt.

Adapted from the awesome C.D. Payne teen novel of the same name, Youth in Revolt is the Cera vehicle you should be quoting and recommending to your friends. This hysterical flick has everyone's favourite Brampton-ite (sorry, Biebs) stepping out of his superawks Superbad shell and into two, completely opposing personas: the straight-laced, but sex-crazed wannabee teenage hooligan Nick Twisp and his suave, moustached sex bomb of a French alter ego, Francois. Needless to say, watching him move back and forth between the two is a blast.

Nick Twisp was a normal 15-year-old once. Well, sort of (he spent a lot of time masturbating in his room alone, renting Fellini films and listening to Frank Sinatra). The multiple personalities come out as a result of his conflicted relationship with teenage bombshell Shenni (Portia Doubleday), the girl of his incessant wet dreams. Nick meets Sheeni while on a pseduo-family vacay (him, his mom and her latest jerky bf) at a mobile home camp. She takes to Nicky immediately, taking him for long afternoon walks and seductively asking him to lather her naked back with SPF 15. You know, kid stuff.

The flirtation comes to halt when Sheeni admits the truth: she likes her men a bit older, wiser and well, recklessly Parisienne (her ideal dude is Jean-Paul Belmondo in Breathless). Oh, and she has a boy thing back at school named Trent. Desperate to win some bonus points in his lady's wandering eyes, Nick decides to well, revolt, letting his inner Frenchman take over.

The rest of the movie recounts his explicitly rebellious exploits, including blowing up half a town, naked hitchhiking, French dog adopting and pleasuring a cartoon while on high-off-his-ass on mushrooms. It sounds juvenile, like Road Trip with a side of American Pie, but like it's lead character (and actor), it's so much smarter than you'd expect. Unlike those blatant sex romps, Youth in Revolt has a subtle script, relying on dignified disses, as opposed to limp dick jokes, to bring laughs. But that shouldn't be a surprise, considering the book's sarcastic scribe, Payne, co-wrote it.

Unfortunately, if you are a fan of Payne's original book, you'll notice quite a few sections have been removed during big-screen transfer, namely, the awkward relationship with Nick's BFF, Lefty, Fuzzy and the multiple Alberts. But these changes don't really take away from the story, save for an unsightly cut near the close (One word: Carlotta). Plus, it's hard to really focus on what's missing when Cera's on-screen, bringing the our favourite single (and ready to mingle) dude to totally awesome life.

Michael does such a pitch perfect job embodying Francois, it's downright depressing this movie didn't do better a the box-office. The dude is a deadpan wonder, making you forget all about Bleeker, Evan, George Michael and that other Nick (friend to Norah and her infinite playlist). At least for an hour and a half. A-

EXTRAS: A commentary with Arteta and Cera, deleted scenes, extra animated sequences, auditions