Blake Schwendiman's Blog and Blook

I'm not really sure what happened yesterday or how I could have possibly forgotten the Monday movie review. Sorry about that. I'm pretty sure there were about 3 people out there that were really disappointed.

So I took my daughter to see The Pink Panther. Admittedly, I had wanted to see this film because I've always been a fan of the originals with Peter Sellers, but I was also worried because perhaps the bar set by the originals was too high for a remake. One friend told me the best way to go into the movie was to pretend like this was the first movie of its kind. Actually, I don't think it makes any difference.

This was just a poor movie. It wasn't particularly funny, the accents were painful (and yes, I know that's part of the point, but it didn't work) and I looked at my watch within the first 20 minutes. That's never a good sign. If you do happen to go see this movie, I recommend sitting near a fat guy who will laugh at anything. That was the only entertainment in the theater for me. 0.25π.