|Sellers and the late Burt Kwouk in Trail of the Pink Panther|
The anticipation was always electric. Sellers' Clouseau would return to his Paris flat where Kato would be lying in wait. Sometimes Clouseau anticipated the attack, sometimes he screamed that he wanted to call it off. Sometimes he would be surprised. Edwards had one of those uncanny knacks for being able to do endless variations on robust physical comedy. Those films were hilarious and part of the reason for the hilarity was Burt Kwouk's work.
I'm sure he was in other stuff but his memory will be long served by his Kato going up against Clouseau on maybe fifty occasions. A compilation of the encounters would not be out of place to honour the memory of some great comedy directed by a largely unsung master. It could form a nice intro to a long overdue retrospective of a fine body of work that ranged across the genres but kept returning, possibly for the economics of it all, to those Pink Panthers and that rich menage-a-trois between Sellers, Kwouk and Herbert Lom that will live long in the memory.