A world-famous soccer coach has been murdered and his priceless, legendary ring has been stolen, a ring set with the stunning diamond known as the 'Pink Panther.' Bumbling Inspector Clouseau must solve this case.
The best that can be said about it is that Kevin Kline is note perfect as the smarmy, scheming Chief Inspector Dreyfus and his undisguised contempt for Clouseau.
The Pink Panther moves Clouseau into the modern world while keeping the jokes older than dirt.
Upstage Magazine
May 30, 2007
Without a whit of subtlety, this tired retread induces nary a laugh, only groans of disbelief that we're expected to find such a sorry string of dumb puns, infantile farts, awful accents and endless pratfalls funny.
As if the curse of the Pink Panther wasn't dire enough, Martin's Clouseau is haunted by more than the ghost of Peter Sellers. He's also being trailed by the old Steve Martin.
I hope nobody misunderstands when I say: Steve Martin, you are no Peter Sellers. And while I'm at it; Shawn Levy, you are no Blake Edwards.
Village Voice
February 14, 2006
The most that can be said for this strenuously bland reconstitution is that Steve Martin was clearly alive during filming. But just how alive, unfortunately, is at issue.
ReelViews
February 11, 2006
For those who recall Sellers and the role he made famous, 'travesty' seems to be the right descriptor.
Perhaps it's time to admit that The Pink Panther series is ready for permanent retirement.
ColeSmithey.com
April 20, 2009
From the witty franchise that Peter Sellers and director Blake Edwards made famous comes a pale offshoot that lacks sufficient tempo, tone and supporting characters to make it satisfying.
