







I should’ve loved this. Peter Sellers drifting through a swanky Hollywood dinner party, turning small slip-ups into a slow, unstoppable social meltdown? That’s usually my kind of comedy. When it’s working, the film nails that cruel little rhythm of farce: everyone trying to stay polite while the room quietly catches fire.
But it’s built around brownface, and the accent is brutal. It doesn’t sit at the edges as a bad joke you can ignore; it’s the main ingredient. So every time the film starts to find its groove, you get yanked back into discomfort, and the laughs curdle.
That leaves The Party in an awkward middle ground. I can see the craft — the timing, the physical business, the way scenes escalate cleanly — and I can also feel it becoming harder to enjoy by the minute. If you’re curious, treat it like a historical artefact with a few good gags, not a cosy crowd-pleaser.
Strange film, with some very funny moments, but plot is slightly far-fetched in places. Looks quite dated which gives it a certain style. Wouldn't say it was that amazing, but we have taken to calling our dog's food 'num-nums'.
A Sellar's classic. The opening scene with a bugler who just refuses to die, had me splitting my sides. A lot of the acting is very hammy and amateur. A lot of the plot is pretty thin and although it is dated some contemporary slap stick is at this level.