Back in the day (?) the roommates and I were on a Denzel Washington kick. We went through the higher tier/more accessible films quickly then moved on to the task of uncovering the true gems. It was on that fateful bargain bin run in early spring that brought 1984’s “License to Kill.” There he was, regally poised on the cover of the DVD, his symmetrical of symmetric faces glowing up at us sporting a dashing moustache. But we had fallen victim to packaging fraud. Denzel had roughly 30 minutes of screen time in a supporting role with NO MOUSTACHE to be found!