Did I Read That Right?

Speaking of The New Yorker's latest issue, I read the oddest thing in the film review. In Anthony Lane's pan of American Dreamz, he mentions an incomparably greater satire, Dr. Strangelove. (Strangelove is one of my top ten films of all time.)

After calling Stanley Kubrick a "humorless artist"--and I don't entirely disagree--he states:

[m]ost of the fun in that movie springs not from Kubrick but from Peter Sellers; the rest of it is cold and cavernous grandeur, overlaid by a studentish conviction that the world is run by lonely, nervous madmen.

What? Dr. Strangelove is hilarious, but not just because of Peter Sellers. What about Sterling Hayden, Keenan Wynn and Slim Pickens? Above all, there's George C. Scott, who arguably outdoes Sellers with his knockout comic performance.