This would be the recent relaunch starring Steve Martin & Beyonce Knowles. It's a comedy and it made me laugh on a number of occasions thus it gets some props, but it has it's problems to be sure. Firstly the cast surrounding the case is pretty drab and either underutilized or unutilizable. Kristin Chenoworth not being given more to do is a crime, especially when Beyonce is all over this thing like turd in an outhouse.
All love has to go to Steve Martin though, who does a magnificent job of playing Clouseau, and his interactions with the super fine Emily Mortimor had me in stitches. There are one or two moments in the film where, as I had worried, a joke falling flat gave me douche chills, but whatever. The fact is that they pretty much went balls out and weren't afraid to try everything, so kudos to Martin & the script for that.
Kline, Mortimor and Reno as Closeaus inner circle were all fabulous.
So in summation, sub par story and and sub par Beyonce, who has maybe the woodenest reactionary laugh in movies today, but it's covered for nicely by a strong main cast and even though a lot of the jokes aren't home runs, they pack enough of them in to make for a comedic 90 minutes.
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