The Pink Panther. "We must find that woman," declares Peter Sellers. For emphasis, he briskly spins a large globe, then absentmindedly leans on it to be sent spinning to the floor. As a twittery, accident-prone French detective, Sellers trips over carpets, steps into a Stradivarius, and pratfalls through love scenes with his wife, never suspecting that she is the mysterious female accomplice of the jewel thief that he wants to nab. Some of Sellers' sight gags are funny, but not funny enough to keep this over-waxed comedy from schussing steadily downhill at the...
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