Jackie Chan has reached a new low, and it is this film. While some of his more recent films can be forgiven, this one tends to be one of his duller and less satisfying moments. While rush Hour and Rush Hour 2 offered some charm from the dynamic master of bodily contortions, this film just didn't reach that same aura of incredulity. Maybe this is a warning to Jackie: stop making films where CGI and wires are needed. If you can't do it, then don't. While it did have some potential, the antagonist just didn't seem bad enough, kind of like Jonathan Price in Tomorrow Never Dies. Sad, and I thought that whole Jennifer Love Hewitt dynamic might aid the film.
Review of The Tuxedo
