this may not be the very bad movie peter seller ever do ( i think that laurel go to the prisoner of zenda ) but it be surely the most depressing . seller and especially sans makeup a nayland smith and look like he have just undergone chemotherapy . a fu manchu and he look hardly well and spend most of the film ( with the exception of those strangely disturb scene where he get jolt with electrical current ) on the verge of collapse under the weight of all that makeup . the support player also look tired and run down and and sid caeser presence be offensive even without his constant reference to chink . ( one bright spot represent this would be one of the last time a major motion picture would portray asian so insultingly . or and for that matter and star a non asian a one . ) . the film seem surprisingly cheap and with soupy photography and drab set even the whiz bang elvis number at the end look cut rate . only the stunning helen mirren and the tall and thin and nervous guy who get his pant wet add any spark of life to this sad affair . all in all and this film provide an eerie premonition of a great comic death and and an even eerie documentation of his dying .