Cinema: Sellers of the Surete

A Shot in the Dark. Four shots, in fact. A police car roars up to the porte-cochere of a chateau and out steps—sacrebleu!—it is the terror of Montmartre, the Napoleon of criminology! It is Inspector Clouseau (Peter Sellers) of the Sureté. Fresh from his daring exploits in The Pink Panther, the inspector is a model of sangfroid. Beneath the vigorous mustache, the lips are ironical; beneath the snap-brim felt, the darting eyes see everything—well, everything except the goldfish pond. Splat!

Sopping but unstoppable, Clouseau suspiciously sniffs at a jar of cold cream, moves away with a big white blob on the end...

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