My Honest Review Of The Rush Hour Flick
It’s difficult to think of a sadder commentary about Hollywood’s sequel fetish than the presence of Rush Hour 3. Dull, uninspired, and repetitive, this third pointless movie in an action/comedy franchise that defines mediocrity doesn’t even attempt to disguise the fact that its existence is really a money-grab. I wasn’t a fan of either previous Rush Hour film, but neither felt as tired and obligatory as this one. Apart from some amusing scenes with Chris Tucker and a nice dj vu dance routine to “War” performed by Tucker and Jackie Chan, this movie offers nothing that had not been done better within the other outings featuring these mismatched buddy cops.
Ok, The inadequate plot has Chief Inspector Lee (Jackie Chan) protecting a Chinese diplomat during his visit to LA. He has top-secret details about the Triad crime syndicate but, before he is able to divulge it, he’s shot. Lee, reunited together with his former partner, Detective James Carter (Chris Tucker), vows to the consul’s daughter, Soo Yung (Zhang Jingchu), he will discover the man who attacked her father. To get this done, Lee and Carter must pursue Triad assassin Kenji (Hiroyuki Sanada) to Paris, where they are aided by an anti-American cab driver named George (Yvan Attal), who discovers that he has a taste for car chases and gunplay.
As was true of Rush Hour and Rush Hour 2, this movie combines hit-and-miss comedy with lackluster action. The film does not have a pulse, and the “excitement” comes across as pallid in comparison with The Bourne Ultimatum (although at least the movie camera is not suffering from the shakes). This movie is probably no more amusing than its predecessors, although it’s difficult to be certain. Nothing in most of the Rush Hour products may be roll-on-the-floor funny, and this one is exactly the same. Especially lame is really a riff on “Who’s on First” that proves the stars of the movie have nothing on Abbot and Costello. Additionally, there is a parody of emotional moments in buddy movies featuring Elton John’s “Sorry Seems to be the Hardest Word.” Maybe that’s said to be an apology towards the audience by Brett Ratner. Also think about a scene featuring a lot of raw sewage that may on some level be a comment about where the franchise is headed.
One particular area in which the movie disappoints (although, with that said, it’s not unexpected), it’s in the lack of physicality displayed by Jackie Chan. At 53, he can no longer perform the kinds of stunts that made him an international star. Putting life and limb at risk in the line of duty are things for younger men. The majority of Chan’s most daring work has been forwarded to stunt-men there are hints of CGI (although not enough where it is distracting). The end-credit outtakes, that are typically a horror show of Chan’s muffed stunts, are limited here to verbal bloopers, messed-up lines, and also the occasional minor pratfall. Chan’s gift for comedy appears as muted as his martial arts derring-do. At no time during Rush Hour 3 is he especially funny. My assumption has been that as Chan aged, he would gravitate more toward comedy, but this is not a good start.
I’m certain Chris Tucker picks up a nice paycheck but none of the slack. However, while it’s a stretch to call him up “likable,” at least he isn’t as irritating as he was in Rush Hour and Rush Hour 2. Both Chan and Tucker are outmaneuvered in the comedy department by Yvan Attal, whose character’s love/hate relationship with American culture leads to some of the film’s wittiest (and I use that word loosely) scenes. Max von Sydow, in “concealed bad guy” mode, is available to do what he is doing best with his glorious bass voice. (Since Bergman is officially in the grave, he is able to turn over.) And Roman Polanksi has a cameo as a French policeman who anally rapes Lee and Carter. (Yes, you read that correctly. A PG-13 movie features anal rape – although, of course, it’s only implied and it is employed to get a laugh.) Why Polanski would agree to play this part is anyone’s guess; it isn’t the type of thing that will assist his less-than-sterling reputation. I kept awaiting Jean Reno to appear, since he always seems available during these English-speaking films that happen in France.
Does Rush Hour 3 deliver what audiences expect of it? Only its most devoted fans will say “yes.” The formula is within place however the performers are just doing the motions. It is a stale version compared to the earlier motion pictures, plus they weren’t all that great to start with. One could argue that director Brett Ratner a minimum of invested Rush Hour with some energy. Even during the climactic battle in the Eiffel Tower, there’s nothing resembling that here. This really is just another disposable summer movie – so lackluster that it isn’t even worth searching out when it plays on tv. The Rush Hour experience, which never attained anything resembling full speed, has come to a crashing halt.