I have very bad news to report.
Der Brucer and I went to see the new
Pink Panther yesterday.
It wasn't a planned occurance. What we had planned on seeing was
Curious George. The grandlads only had a half-day of school, due to a faculty meeting or some such thing, so it fell to us (on my day off) to step in and take care of them. It was either that, or they'd go to day care, where they get to watch Adam Sandler movies.
What we do to keep them on the right track.

Problem was, when we got to the theater, they weren't showing
Curious George. At all. No explanations, it was right up there on the board with the showtimes, but they weren't showing it. So we were stuck with either
The Pink Panther or
Nanny McPhee. Or go home, go directly home, do not pass go, do not collect two-hundred dollars.
Pink Panther won out.
There's two things wrong with the film, and they are Steve Martin. First, he has to be compared with Peter Sellers, something I normally don't like to do but this time I must. Sellers wore the role of Clouseau like he would a comfortable old glove. Martin's performance is forced and strained.
Second, the scripts of the original films were relaxed and funny. The script for this film is, once again, forced. And it was co-written by Martin.
I will grant the film three things. First, it is not a remake, but an original script that tells a different story from the first film with the same title. At least the original remains unscathed. Second and third, Martin has two co-horts in this film, a secretary played by Emily Mortimer and an assistant played by Jean Reno. Neither of them are forced, both are funny and charming.
Other than that, the film is a dud. Beyonce Knowles' acting is mainly done with her breasts, and Kevin Kline doesn't even have those to work with.