Word: inspector
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...obviously, is Peter Sellers' bumbling Inspector Clouseau. Sellers, the most brilliant impersonator in movies, scores highest in constricted caracatures where much is made of a given character's lack of awareness (particularly personal awareness--a lack of self-consciousness). In other words, Sellers is at this best when he is smallest, and Clouseau's oblivious, unfazed determination is the perfect vehicle for him. But whenever these little men become remantic, as in Edwards' The party or Strikes Again, Sellers begins to take himself more seriously (his narcissism, unfortunately, bleeds through even when these characters fumble their love-making attempts...
...familiar, likable actors: the recently-revived Dyan Cannon (better than ever these days) as Clouseau's tag-along; the smooth, stylishly resonant Robert Webber (also not around in the last few years and also better than ever) as the heavy; and Herbert Lom, in the best of his Inspector Dreyfuss portrayals. There was too much of Lom in Strikes Again, and Edwards directed him badly, but here he's wired to short-circuit on sight of Clouseau, toppling over in hilarious catatonia...
...theater). What you do afterwards is your own business, but you'll probably feel good and giggly and "mellow," which ain't too bad a way to spend a humid night in August, as summer inches persistently into September, and we find ourselves less and less capable of experiencing Inspector Clouseau in such an idyllic atmosphere...
...most sensational disclosure by the committee, if true, was highly damaging to Ray. The committee read a staff interview with former Chief Inspector Alexander Eist of Scotland Yard, who had guarded Ray after his arrest in England. Eist said that in informal chats Ray had admitted killing King. He quoted Ray as saying, "I panicked [when he saw a police car near the Memphis rooming house] and I threw the gun away. It was the only mistake I made." Eist said Ray bragged of being able to make as much as "a half-million dollars" through television appearances and writing...
...theater). What you do afterwards is your own business, but you'll probably feel good and giggly and "mellow," which ain't too bad a way to spend a humid night in August, as summer inches persistently into September, and we find ourselves less and less capable of experiencing Inspector Clouseau in such an idyllic atmosphere...