Imagine Austin Powers with a hi tech suit that enables his nervous system to do almost anything, and a wristwatch that gives him menu options for super powers ranging from disco dancing and singing like James Brown to being a kung fu superstar. Throw in a gag a minute. You've just imagined a movie that this could have been. But Jackie Chan as a chauffeur-cum-superagent has more talents here than anyone, sadly, can feel enthralled with for more than the time it takes to roll the credits. Most of the movie plays out rather limply, though entertaining enough in a sort of TV-dinner way. The funniest bit *is* the end-credits, which overlay outtakes that are genuinely funny. Even lines like "The name's Tong, James Tong" can sound funny when you don't try too hard . . .
Review of The Tuxedo
