i don't see what all the fuss is about. jackie chan is visually stunning in motion, of course. chris tucker's 48 HOURS-eddie-murphy-imitation is just ok. it manages to innovate through a perplexing mix of ungainliness and NBA-style physical resolve and coordination. the kid, julia hsu, has the best scene. but when all is said and done, the stereotyped support characters, the vapidity of the plot, and the contrived forcing of each action sequence make you want to scratch your head. i'll happily watch mr. chan again, ms. hsu, and even mr. tucker. but rent the movie again? no sir.
Review of Rush Hour
