I don’t get out to see a lot of movies these days. I was never that much of a cinephile, and having a toddler around makes it even harder to find the time needed to sit through a full-length feature. As such, movie reviews to me are usually more academic exercises than anything else. I like it when certain movies do well critically and/or financially and when some others don’t, but usually it’s no big deal one way or the other.
And sometimes it really really matters to me how a movie gets reviewed. I’ve said before that I’m a huge fan of the Pink Panther movies, so it does my heart a world of good to see that the pointless, mercenary abomination of a remake that’s now fouling up our theaters is getting the reaming it deserves from the cognoscenti. I knew that Pete would hate it for me, and I appreciate his sacrifice, but even more than that, I appreciate that he’s not alone. Movie critics of America (certain exceptions notwithstanding), from the bottom of my heart, I thank you.
Moviewatching public of America, I’m looking at you next. Don’t let me down.
I got the impression from the commercials that the movie would be too slapstick to match the originals. When remaking this type of film, you need to either find the right people to do it, or play it for a goof.
FWIW, Even though it didn’t (and won’t) get any of my money, The Pink Panther was the #1 film at the Box Office this past weekend.
Movies can be more than a mere intellectual exercise. Since NetFlix happily allows you to request current movies before they are available on DVD, they are also a valuable queue-building exercise.
I get a big kick out of snobby reviewers dissing the week’s #1 movie … even when they’re right, they sound pompous and out of touch. I personally don’t see how the remake could be worse than the original PP movies, which bored me to tears (until I walked out) — and then I found out Steve Martin is in it.
‘Nuff said.