One of the best films ever made, and Peter Sellers should have won the Oscar for his performance. Kozinski manages to wrap politics, morality, innocence, self-delusion, comedy, sex, economics, philosophy, wit, charm, and a whiff of the supernatural into one movie, and it clicks all around. In this world he's created, Kozinkski invents a man completely isolated from the world from a very young age, or from birth. One doesn't know, and really, one doesn't care. Why Chance the gardener is there isn't the question. It's what happens to him once he's exposed to the "real" world when he's unceremoniously booted out of the only home he's ever known because the old man who owned the home, and inexplicably, sort of owned him, dies. Rather than give away anything else, I'd rather tell you that the adventures that befall Chance---or "Chauncey", as he is later named---fit his given name. Everything is the result of chance, magic, or fate. Sellers is utterly dazzling as the oblivious and slightly angelic Chance/Chauncey. And, keep watching during the credits for a treat.