And with this, I consider this binge, solv-ed.
I’m aware there are two more in this particular series (one with a bastard son taking the reigns, and another where they try to pawn it off to a “new” detective), plus that wretched Steve Martin reboot, but we’d rather just not talk about that.
So I choose to close this case with what I felt was a befitting conclusion.
Dreyfuss giving his eulogy was no short of a masterstroke.
Clouseau solved his own murder.
They really should have called it a day, you know.
There is nothing more to say, you can rest assured of that.