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Not exactly the Four Musketeers, this goofy bunch reveals a surplus of issues, whether it’s the girlfriends they want to get back together with, a need to pull annoying pranks, or completely empty pockets. For the longest time, I simply marveled at the lip garnish flaunted by Mssrs. Crombey and Saint-Macary, and I wasn’t alone. The film, as one Letterboxd user enthused: “Beautifully captures what it was like to have a mustache in the 1970s.”

A besotted dream of a very clean tramp, THE LEGEND OF THE HOLY DRINKER is also a throwback to a particular kind of half-logy, umber-infused, myth-laden European arthouse cinema layered thick with obscure portents and kept aloft with lyrical fantasy interludes. It’s so old-fashioned that it’s practically new again.