First, a couple of admissions. I'm a big Steve Martin fan. I think he's one of the three or four finest American actors of his generation, and some of his films (notably Parenthood, Dirty Rotten Scoundrels and Bowfinger) rank among my personal favourites.
He's a man of many other talents too "" among them a skill for comic writing that often approaches the quality of some of the great masters of the non-sequitur, humorists like S J Perelman and Woody Allen. (Try some of Martin's short pieces in New Yorker anthologies sometime, or even his full-length books The Pleasure of My Company, which are more uneven but brilliant in places.)
My second confession is this: I haven't seen the Pink Panther remake. So theoretically it's just possible that if I do see it (but I won't) I'll like it (but I won't, I won't).
This counterpoint, therefore, is purely one of principle. Peter Sellers was a one-of-a-kind comedian, an actor whose best roles were created from the inside out. Even when he signed up for a film after the script had already been finalised, he often worked with the screenwriters to re-conceptualise his character.
This is what he did with the three roles he played in the Kubrick classic Dr Strangelove, and it's what he did most notably with Inspector Clouseau.
The original Pink Panther films weren't just about a talented actor giving a good performance "" they were about the actor and the character fusing together.
Without Sellers, Clouseau would never have become one of moviedom's great comic figures (he was just a supporting character in the first Pink Panther film; the very phrase "pink panther", so commonly associated with Clouseau today, originally had nothing to do with the bumbling inspector).
I don't have anything against remakes; I agree that comparing them to the original is a tiresome exercise and reeks of Golden Age-ism. But if Steve Martin (or anyone else) had to exorcise Sellers' ghost from Clouseau, the reasonable way to do it would be to start with an empty shell: to create a new Clouseau from scratch.
However, going by this movie's trailers and featurettes, Martin's performance is a Sellers imitation "" right down to the butchering of the French accent (which is anyway not as funny today as it was in the 1960s; imagine if someone tried to remake Sellers' The Party, with his overwrought Indian accent, today). Martin is a good enough actor to create a character afresh; mere imitation does no justice either to his own talents or to the memory of Sellers.
If it ain't broke, don't fix it!