Those elusive lines in between -- the sexes ... the races ... method and madness ... comedy and tragedy -- are the firmly-planted primal roots of that irresistable force of smoldering and oft-moustachioed femachismo that can only be called ... Maurice.Yes, rising from the magical mist of this twilight world comes Maurice, cocking a knowing brow toward the face of banality.And there you are, trembling, unable to turn away as Maurice struts the stache when you least expect it ...
