I sat through Rush Hour 3 on Sunday -- against my better judgment. I read lots of reviews -- all of them bad -- but still decided to give it a shot. Well, I'm happy to report...you can trust the critics. They were absolutely correct. Don't worry about spoilers in this review. This movie stunk like spoiled milk before I ever said a word.
The opening scene, when Chris Tucker is singing in his loud high-pitched voice and dancing a la Michael Jackson while directing traffic, sets the tone. Annoyance. Supreme Annoyance. His over-the-top antics are so played out. Who still thinks this is funny? Unless he is smoking weed (Friday), his schtick makes no sense. He just looks like a court jester who is trying too hard because he knows he is on his way out. Singing and dancing every other scene, bugging out his eyes when scared or excited, obsessing over women and sex -- his stereotypical portrayal of a black cop is exhausting at best.
The plot, the acting, the stunts -- we've seen it all before. Yet another plot against a Chinese ambassador. Staged opportunities for Jackie Chan to perform his acrobatic fighting. The only changes: This time it was set in France; Chris Tucker can speak a little Chinese and do some stunts of his own.
There were some people in the theater who were laughing -- I am puzzled by this and can only assume they were high or drunk.
Save your money and donate it to Chris Tucker's retirement fund. Because unless he changes his
minstrel act, he is done.