New Movies: Inspector Clouseau and The Heart Is a Lonely Hunter

Ever since his first appearances with Chicago's improvisational Second City troupe, Alan Arkin has been doing a series of disappearing acts. The authentic Arkin vanishes into a part, never to be seen again. Like Peter Sellers, he has ample physical credentials for a cab driver but rather odd ones for a star. His blunt, anonymous face was born to grouse behind a steering wheel. His voice — often hidden behind a Puerto Rican or Mittel-European accent — is a grainy urban product, like soot. His hair is rapidly disappearing; his walk is...

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