Like George Best, the Rolling Stones and unprotected sex, The Party was best experienced in 1968. Thirty-six years later, Peter Sellers and Blake Edwards' only non-Inspector Clouseau outing is very laboured indeed: a "you had to be there" anecdote told by a dull drunk.
The star plays Hrundi V Bakshi, a sort of Indian Mr Bean invited by accident to a Hollywood bash. There he wreaks havoc by, um, dropping his shoe and needing the loo. Slapdash slapstick, enlivened only by Henry Mancini's swinging score.
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