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The Pink Panther |
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 Release Date: 02/10/06 (Future Release)
Starring: Steve Martin, Jean Reno, Beyonce Knowles, Kevin Kline, William Abadie
Director: Shawn Levy
Rating: (PG) |
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Comedy, Action/Adventure, Drama |
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92 min |
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MGM/Columbia |
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NEW YORK REVIEW
Amid a deluge of pointless remakes, it’s gratifying to see one with a true raison d’être: a new take on Blake Edwards’s slapstick mystery The Pink Panther. Edwards’s film had a gaping hole in the center: Peter Sellers’s feeble, one-joke Inspector Clouseau. Surely, any modern comic actor could improve on Sellers’s listless stylings!
If you believe a single word of the paragraph above, then do I have a movie for you. No, come to think of it, even if you don’t appreciate Sellers’s glorious invention—one of the archetypal fools of the twentieth century—you’ll find the new Pink Panther an embarrassment. Steve Martin can be a delightfully spasmodic clown, but his Clouseau makes no sense. Squinching his face and lapsing into an oddly feminine hauteur, he’s an imbecile who gets everything wrong until he suddenly, inexplicably, and—more important—unfunnily becomes a Sherlock Holmesian genius. Even slapstick needs to be motivated. Sellers’s stillness, his serene confidence in his own deductive genius, generated seismic waves of chaos. Martin contorts himself in a void.
I counted two and a half solid laughs and one respectable fart joke, but the only genuine bright spots are Emily Mortimer, squinting through big glasses while tottering on spindly legs, and Clive Owen, so elegantly arch as a British secret agent that you can’t help thinking the right Bond was passed over.— Reviewed by David Edelstein, New York Magazine
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