RUSH HOUR 3 (Brett Ratner). 85 minutes. Opens Friday (August 10). Rating: NN
Hate to say it, but Jackie Chan is too old for this shit. The breathtaking stunt work that made him a star (check out The Legend Of Drunken Master) is gone, replaced by obvious doubles and sequences that are carefully crafted to conceal his limitations.
Chris Tucker , on the other hand, is still perfectly capable of shrieking every line with monotonous hysteria. Listen closely and you'll hear that his shriek has been enhanced in the mix. His fans must like it. It isn't funny.
The stars have zero chemistry together. In scene after scene, Chan stands around, looking nowhere, doing nothing while Tucker rants away, oblivious. Chan's stolid, worried working-man demeanour makes him seem to be in a different movie. Maybe that explains why so many of his scenes feel truncated.
The plot - two cops on the hunt for a top-secret Chinese gangster list - is a senseless throwaway, enlivened only slightly by the presence of Inspector Lee's (Chan) gangster brother ( Hiroyuki Sanada ). Strangely, their key dialogue, in Cantonese, has no subtitles.
Despite a few good stunts, most of the action scenes are as derivative and choppy as the rest of the movie. Only in the nightclub scenes does director Brett Ratner , who helmed the first two Rush Hours, seem to be having fun.
Fun for the viewer boils down to a few mild moments here and there, some nice Paris locations and Max von Sydow and Roman Polanski in small parts.