Watching this movie is like catching your parents having sex. It's horrifying and fascinating at the same time. The movie plays right into the image of Sellers that Blake Edwards has inferred (that the beloved comedian was mentally ill) in interviews and magnifies it 100 times. I don't know how they could have found out about most of these incidents if the incidents were true and how they could avoid lawsuits by the Sellers estate if they were not. But he whole thing is sad because you are reminded of the movies you grew up loving Sellers/Clousseau in and then have that treasured picture turned over to see obscenities scrawled on the back, so to speak. Right from the start when it's inferred that Sellers' mother was a psycho (aren't they all) stage mother and that there was some kind of sicko relationship between them (you half expect them to show Sellars in a wig and rocking chair as in the movie Psycho at some point) you are on your way down a dark, depressing road with no picture of the redeeming qualities of the man at all. I don't know why there was a need to depict this man in this way and rob those of us who have seen it of the legacy of laughter he left us, but if you watch it I think you'll agree that you'll never be able to laugh at a Sellers movie again. I only wish I could say this movie was a bomb-buh. (Did you say bomb-buh?) but it's just well enough acted to make it memorable, unfortunately.
