The Comfort of Strangers

It's funny how this line got stuck in my head since we saw that movie last night:

Robert: Let me tell you something: My father was a very big man. And all his life he wore a black mustache. When it was no longer black, he used a small brush, such as ladies use for their eyes. Mascara.

Plays in Venedig, beautiful music, a good story, but slightly morbid I guess...