Well, let's face it - this was never going to be a classic. However, there are sequels that are not as good as the previous offering, and then there are God-awful, art-less, money-making piles of turd...very much like Rush Hour 3.
As an audience, we've more or less had enough of Chris Tucker by the end of Rush Hour 2, but take a look at his CV, and you'll see that the poor guy couldn't get any work after the second movie, so along came Jackie Chan to help his mate out, allowing him to reprise his role as quite possibly the most annoying man on the planet.
Brett Ratner too has effectively directed his own demise, with a distinct lack of vision, and what can only be described as sheer contempt for his audience.
The film is set in France, yet French people speak English to one another, like it's an everyday occurrence, using Jewish insults like, "schmuck," to enhance the Gallic feel of the overall piece. As well as this, Jackie talks to his own brother in English throughout the film. I think it's terrific that the English language has reached every corner of the planet, and has made foreigners talk to one another without using their mother tongues.
What would a film set in France be without the predictable plot settings of a burlesque club, or the Eiffel Tower? What would France be without a rude taxi driver who speaks perfect English, using slang as though he'd lived in America all his life? As for the fighting...was there any fighting? I've seen more kung-fu in a courtroom drama. There is a fight at the end, somewhere, with more cuts in it than a Michael Bay film, inadvertently confirming the common belief amongst Jackie Chan fans that the superstar was past it long ago.
"Let's end the film on the Eiffel Tower..." was the cry of the writer (well, if you can call him a writer). I've written better scripts sitting on the toilet. The final showcase merely stated the case for never making another Rush Hour film ever again...or giving Chris Tucker any more money.
Overall, this film is a highly predictable cash-in, with no genuine taste of France anywhere in sight. The script is the worst I've seen in a long time, the kung-fu is almost non-existent, and the over-riding message is that we have been robbed for the sake of the almighty buck. A truly awful film, lacking in every good reason why cinema was created, without substance, that created a genuine feeling of nausea deep within my soul.
Chris Tucker is fat too.
As an audience, we've more or less had enough of Chris Tucker by the end of Rush Hour 2, but take a look at his CV, and you'll see that the poor guy couldn't get any work after the second movie, so along came Jackie Chan to help his mate out, allowing him to reprise his role as quite possibly the most annoying man on the planet.
Brett Ratner too has effectively directed his own demise, with a distinct lack of vision, and what can only be described as sheer contempt for his audience.
The film is set in France, yet French people speak English to one another, like it's an everyday occurrence, using Jewish insults like, "schmuck," to enhance the Gallic feel of the overall piece. As well as this, Jackie talks to his own brother in English throughout the film. I think it's terrific that the English language has reached every corner of the planet, and has made foreigners talk to one another without using their mother tongues.
What would a film set in France be without the predictable plot settings of a burlesque club, or the Eiffel Tower? What would France be without a rude taxi driver who speaks perfect English, using slang as though he'd lived in America all his life? As for the fighting...was there any fighting? I've seen more kung-fu in a courtroom drama. There is a fight at the end, somewhere, with more cuts in it than a Michael Bay film, inadvertently confirming the common belief amongst Jackie Chan fans that the superstar was past it long ago.
"Let's end the film on the Eiffel Tower..." was the cry of the writer (well, if you can call him a writer). I've written better scripts sitting on the toilet. The final showcase merely stated the case for never making another Rush Hour film ever again...or giving Chris Tucker any more money.
Overall, this film is a highly predictable cash-in, with no genuine taste of France anywhere in sight. The script is the worst I've seen in a long time, the kung-fu is almost non-existent, and the over-riding message is that we have been robbed for the sake of the almighty buck. A truly awful film, lacking in every good reason why cinema was created, without substance, that created a genuine feeling of nausea deep within my soul.
Chris Tucker is fat too.