“I’ve got The Pink Panther” on DVD, are you coming to watch it with me?”
“What?” scoffed Mel. “And watch Beyonce shaking her ass? I don’t think so.”
“Okay, I’ll watch it by myself then…”
And thus began my first recent evening without the joy of football and the comfort of beer.
For the record, she doesn’t shake her ass. Not once. All she does, really, is stand around and look like, you know, Beyonce. All pretty and shit. She does a little strutting here, a pout there, pose, strut, pout some more, speak in that breathless whisper which WILL get annoying, pose etc etc.
And that’s all well and good if you like Beyonce, but it gets incredibly tedious after a while. This really is a terrible movie, one of the worst I’ve seen in a long time. The humour is juvenile, Steve Martin’s japes are cringe-worthy at best, nauseating at worst.
Shitty plot, dumber storyline, crap acting and NO booty-shaking whatsoever. Yep, the Pink Panther is dumb on a large scale, and I wonder why anyone would actually pay to make this shit.
At least I had some 24 to keep me sane. Jack Bauer rocks, and he’d kick Chuck Norris’ ass any fecking time.