After a quarter century having passed since Peter Sellers' death, a lame film comprised of outtakes and even lamer film by Roberto Begnini the Pink Panther series is finally getting another real shot. This time Steve Martin is taking the reins, including co-writing the script and with it Martin brings his own take on the bumbling detective that is a little different from Sellers.
The film starts out as a prequel of sorts with the murder of a wealthy celebrity (Jason Statham, with no dialogue at all) as the French team wins the championship. His diamond ring, the famous "Pink Panther" is also missing from his hand. The suspects subsequently come out of the woodwork including his girlfriend Xania (Beyonce Knowles) a pop star, his business partner, members of the soccer team and the Chinese officials who attended the game. Police inspector Dreyfuss (Kevin Kline with his accent all dusted off from French Kiss) decides to divert attention from his own investigation by putting a dimwit policeman in charge whose investigation will turn up nothing. Not a great premise but this is where Clouseau enters.
We see him first as a small town constable trying to solve a murder by charging into houses accusing everyone of the man's murder including a goat and a baby until we find him accusing the man who was supposedly murdered. He wasn't dead after all. Case closed! If you can handle that sort of cute humor you might enjoy the rest of the film but realize this is not your father's subtler and unforced bumbling dick.
Dreyfuss promotes Clouseau to inspector and puts him in charge of the case with help from detective Ponton (a subdued Jean Reno) who is to report back to Dreyfuss on Clouseau. Clouseau also finds help in his secretary (Emily Mortimer) who acts infatuated with him as well. The ensuing investigation finds the inspector taking credit for stopping a heist actually thwarted by British agent 006 (Clive Owen, in an amusing cameo), traveling to New York, trashing a hotel bathroom in a more classic Clouseau fashion and getting arrested at the airport.
It is from there the film takes somewhat of a dive as Clouseau must become the straight detective in the final act to make the case and prove Dreyfuss wrong. You have to miss the hilarious ways Sellers would uncover the culprit merely by dint of his own hapless ineptitude. This film takes the more Scooby Doo route in the end. It does have a scene that inadvertantly cracked me up involving Martin and Reno dancing.
If you look hard enough past the tepid, conventional script, under the direction of Cheaper By The Dozen culprit Shawn Levy - you can find some truly funny moments from Martin and company. Even the physical routines work some of the time. In the end I think Martin deserves another stab at the series. With a director closer to Blake Edwards in his prime and a script that plays better to Martin's undeniable comic chops - the iconic film detective could be better resurrected
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