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No, sadly not the original...
Now it would be unfair on Steve Martin to expect him to be compared with Peter Sellers, but...
This is a remake which didn't require remaking. The original is a classic and, while Sellers' antics can sometimes grate, is something which no remake can ever hope to match. Martin himself has sucked in nearly every film since The Man With Two Brains - with the possible exceptions of Roxanne, Planes, Trains and Automobiles and The Little Shop of Horrors- overacting his way through Father of the Bride (twice), Sergeant Bilko (almost unforgiveably) and Cheaper by the Dozen (also twice).
Needless to say, my expectations of this film were reasonably low. Imagine my horror when it didn't even manage to meet that...
Where to start? The awful scene with the accent coach? Beyonce Knowles once again proving her lack of any ability of any variety? The complete and total waste of every big-name actor who made the utterly stupid decision to appear in the film? Or the inevitable final, brilliant deduction of the perpetrators by the man who, earlier in the film, had been seen accusing a dog, a toddler and, finally, the victim of a murder?
I could not for the life of me understand why Kevin Kline - who can be brilliant (Dave, A Fish Called Wanda) - or Jean Reno chose to take the cash and sully their careers with this pile of excrement. Though the first time I saw Reno - a "Kato" substitute - smacking Clouseau in the face I think I began to understand: "Take that for wiping your sphincter with the memory of Peter Sellers, Steve Martin!"
All-in-all this is absolutely appalling. Even without the original to compare it to - as my other half demonstrated - it's really a humourless, dire, tiresome piece of cinematic dross. She laughed at the casino scene, but only because it had Clive Owen in it.
Since I'm such a generous chappy, I'll list the good points too, I suppose.
Err...
Oh yeah - they kept the original Henry Mancini score. Brilliant music. Pity that everything after it was so inexcusably dreadful.
Now it would be unfair on Steve Martin to expect him to be compared with Peter Sellers, but...
This is a remake which didn't require remaking. The original is a classic and, while Sellers' antics can sometimes grate, is something which no remake can ever hope to match. Martin himself has sucked in nearly every film since The Man With Two Brains - with the possible exceptions of Roxanne, Planes, Trains and Automobiles and The Little Shop of Horrors- overacting his way through Father of the Bride (twice), Sergeant Bilko (almost unforgiveably) and Cheaper by the Dozen (also twice).
Needless to say, my expectations of this film were reasonably low. Imagine my horror when it didn't even manage to meet that...
Where to start? The awful scene with the accent coach? Beyonce Knowles once again proving her lack of any ability of any variety? The complete and total waste of every big-name actor who made the utterly stupid decision to appear in the film? Or the inevitable final, brilliant deduction of the perpetrators by the man who, earlier in the film, had been seen accusing a dog, a toddler and, finally, the victim of a murder?
I could not for the life of me understand why Kevin Kline - who can be brilliant (Dave, A Fish Called Wanda) - or Jean Reno chose to take the cash and sully their careers with this pile of excrement. Though the first time I saw Reno - a "Kato" substitute - smacking Clouseau in the face I think I began to understand: "Take that for wiping your sphincter with the memory of Peter Sellers, Steve Martin!"
All-in-all this is absolutely appalling. Even without the original to compare it to - as my other half demonstrated - it's really a humourless, dire, tiresome piece of cinematic dross. She laughed at the casino scene, but only because it had Clive Owen in it.
Since I'm such a generous chappy, I'll list the good points too, I suppose.
Err...
Oh yeah - they kept the original Henry Mancini score. Brilliant music. Pity that everything after it was so inexcusably dreadful.
