Then I watched THE PINK PANTHER 2. Well, there were two sequences that made me laugh and had some of the wonderful slapstick choreography that Blake Edwards was such a master at in the PANTHER films of his that still are funny.
But looks like they're never going to learn that other talented actors playing CLouseau or someone like Clouseau (Alan Arkin, Tedd Wass, Roberto Bergnini, and now Steve Martin) just don't work. Peter Sellers owned the part, and no one can ever remotely come close to him in it, so why try?
Because the name is a franchise, and franchises are worth money. And since most kids today have never bothered to see the originals, they don't know
or care that the new films (of this and other remakes) aren't up to the quality of what came before.
Storytime...
Today, as I walked in to work, Justin-the-idiot-cart-wrangler called at me "Hey, your favorite singer died yesterday."
Justin is a couple eggs shy of a dozen, and what he's got are cracked. He thinks that if someone is gay, that we are all supposed to behave in a pre-determined way. Oh, wait, there's a lot of people out there who think that. Well, he was sure that I had to be a Jackson fan, because I'm gay.
I told him I never much cared for Jackson.
"So, who's your favorite singer?"
I grabbed a name out of thin air. "Marvin Gaye."
"Never heard of him."
Oh, we're back in that territory again. "Nat King Cole?" I suggested. "Johnny Mathis? Harry Bellafonte?"
All the names drew blanks.
I just shook my head and went in to work.
Mother Teresa would have done better if she'd had a publicist.