As good of an actor as he was and as funny as he could possibly be, Peter Sellers did not always have good judgment in the scripts that he chose. While obviously an amazing follow-up to Lon Chaney and Alec Guennis as actors of many faces, some of those faces were hard to differentiate from Inspector Clouseau, especially once he had begun playing that iconic character.
Good Barcelona Spain location footage will keep you visually entranced, but it takes a lot more to get into this implausible story of a struggling singing matador (Sellers) who longs to spend time with the alluring Britt Ekland so he can get a chance to be given a chance to become famous. Dark makeup is supposed to make us believe that Sellers is Spanish, but that fails to convince. His phony accent too doesn't sound Spanish in the least, making this one of his most miscast parts ever.
In spite of the gorgeous continental flavor (which includes the handsome Rossano Brazzi), this falls flat because the story is eye rollingly bad and the efforts for comedy just do not even gain a chuckle. Sellers isn't dreadful so I wouldn't call this one of the worst performances of 1967, but the attitude of the film is so austentatious that liking the film on any level is extremely difficult. Ekland is trying, but her self-involved femme fatale just isn't worth all the trouble.
Good Barcelona Spain location footage will keep you visually entranced, but it takes a lot more to get into this implausible story of a struggling singing matador (Sellers) who longs to spend time with the alluring Britt Ekland so he can get a chance to be given a chance to become famous. Dark makeup is supposed to make us believe that Sellers is Spanish, but that fails to convince. His phony accent too doesn't sound Spanish in the least, making this one of his most miscast parts ever.
In spite of the gorgeous continental flavor (which includes the handsome Rossano Brazzi), this falls flat because the story is eye rollingly bad and the efforts for comedy just do not even gain a chuckle. Sellers isn't dreadful so I wouldn't call this one of the worst performances of 1967, but the attitude of the film is so austentatious that liking the film on any level is extremely difficult. Ekland is trying, but her self-involved femme fatale just isn't worth all the trouble.