Peter Sellers being interviewed by a man wearing a motorcycle helmet made from his own hair.
I got the impression after a while of a Chihuahua asking questions of a leopard with a rumbling tummy.
I'm searching my mind for someone contemporary that you could point a camera at for this length of time without getting boring. A bit of the old shampoo...
I can't imagine Sellers kept a pistol around the house. I can see temptation scrolling past the back of his eyes at all times.
How my father loved Peter Sellers. I miss them both.