Film

A Shot in the Dark

Name: A Shot in the Dark
Genre: Comedy, Mystery, Crime
Released: 1964
Cast: Peter Sellers, Elke Sommer, George Sanders, Herbert Lom, Graham Stark

The second and sharpest Pink Panther film ties Clouseau's blissful, oblivious pratfalling to an actual murder case, with Herbert Lom's Dreyfus slowly cracking under the strain in the background. Sellers is at his most balletic here, every pompous gesture booby-trapped, scored by Mancini's sly jazz. Pure escalating farce for anyone who wants their slapstick with real craft underneath.

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7.2

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