Curse my wandering attention
I'm revisiting Peter Sellers' Pink Panther movies for the first time since childhood - it was initially to see if I actually think them funny (though after being a fan of The Goon Show for all these years I think these movies failed to facilitate half of Sellers' talents), but at this point it's pretty much "let's see how gleeful Tilly can get by recognizing British actors". Does anyone get quite as excited as me just by spotting Victor Spinetti? I think not.
So tonight it was Return of the Pink Panther and mmm, that Catherine Schell. City of Death-flavoured candy. Also IMDB is a wonder: Why on earth was she in an episode of Sherlok Kholms i doktor Vatson and why haven't I watched it?
But most of all I'm sampling that mix of madness and shame that is thinking WHOA WHOA WHEN WAS CHRISTOPHER PLUMMER SO FOXY. You're not supposed to salivate over Christopher Plummer, seventies or not. He is meant to fit into his two neat little categories, either the current respectable veteran actor slot or as Captain von Trapp in The Sound of Music, where everybody has as much sex appeal as a Teddy Ruxpin.
Must be the villainy. Or the polyester suit, I'm not sure.
Definitely not the shirt lapels.
So tonight it was Return of the Pink Panther and mmm, that Catherine Schell. City of Death-flavoured candy. Also IMDB is a wonder: Why on earth was she in an episode of Sherlok Kholms i doktor Vatson and why haven't I watched it?
But most of all I'm sampling that mix of madness and shame that is thinking WHOA WHOA WHEN WAS CHRISTOPHER PLUMMER SO FOXY. You're not supposed to salivate over Christopher Plummer, seventies or not. He is meant to fit into his two neat little categories, either the current respectable veteran actor slot or as Captain von Trapp in The Sound of Music, where everybody has as much sex appeal as a Teddy Ruxpin.
Must be the villainy. Or the polyester suit, I'm not sure.
Definitely not the shirt lapels.