Synopsis
When the coach of the France soccer team is killed by a poisoned dart in the stadium in the end of a game, and his expensive and huge ring with the diamond Pink Panther disappears, the ambitious Chief Inspector Dreyfus assigns the worst police inspector Jacques Clouseau to the case.
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Cast
- Steve MartinClouseau
- Jean RenoPonton
- Kevin KlineDreyfus
- BeyoncéXania
- Emily MortimerNicole
- Henry CzernyYuri
- Kristin ChenowethCherie
- Roger ReesRaymmond Laroque
- Philip GoodwinDeputy Chief Renard
- Henri GarcinPresident
- 91
Christian Science Monitor
The staging of the physical comedy in The Pink Panther is not always adept - director Shawn Levy is no Blake Edwards - but Martin, who co-wrote the screenplay, keeps spinning in his own orbit anyway. And what an orbit it is. - 58
The A.V. Club
Martin makes a fine Clouseau, re-energizing musty old physical gags involving chandeliers and priceless vases, and rolling his tongue around a zesty form of pidgin French. If he ever finds his Blake Edwards, there may be hope for this franchise yet. - 50
Variety
Neither the disaster one might have suspected nor a fully realized madcap farce; rather, Steve Martin's foray as Inspector Clouseau exhibits bursts of wild-and-craziness, but hardly enough to sustain even its relatively brief running time. - 50
Entertainment Weekly
Martin's gift for physical and vocal comedy is as deft as ever. - 50
Dallas Observer
An occasionally amusing but wrongheaded remake that arrives more than four decades after the original blazed across the screen. - 40
The Hollywood Reporter
Even with the inspired choice of Steve Martin in the Clouseau role, this "Panther" picture is more bumbling and fumbling than the blissfully oblivious, accident-prone Inspector. - 40
The New York Times
Mr. Levy's cold, streamlined direction gives the movie the feel of a mechanical contraption manipulated by remote control with a nervous finger on the fast-forward button. Many of the jokes barely have time to register before we're on to the next stunt. - 38
Chicago Sun-Times
At every moment in the movie, I was aware that Peter Sellers was Clouseau, and Steve Martin was not. I hadn't realized how thoroughly Sellers and Edwards had colonized my memory.