Why did Napoleon advance on Moscow? Why did Harold Stassen run for Mayor of Philadelphia? Why did the King of Scotland accept that weekend invitation at the Macbeths'? Why did Marcello Mastroianni and Peter Sellers —international stars who can pick their scripts and name their salaries—waste themselves on these low-explosive, misfiring bombs?
Shoot Loud, Louder ... I Don't Understand, a comedy murder that actually contains neither, casts Mastroianni as a bumbling Neapolitan sculptor who is never quite sure of what he has seen and what he has merely dreamed. When a killing apparently takes place next door, he hurls himself variously into...
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