Rush Hour 3 Reviews
The final, and anti-climactic, 'threequel' of the summer has nothing new to say. A staleness pervades the film, despite all efforts to inject freshness and excitement into a tired story.
This may be the best-looking film in the series; certainly, the Paris setting, with a climactic battle among the girders of the Eiffel Tower, keeps the visuals interesting. Better you buy a postcard.
Instead of introducing a new protagonist (e.g. Chris Rock in Lethal Weapon IV) or a fresh plot to reconnect with the audience, Rush Hour 3 bludgeons us with the same old shtick.
Chan shows he still has the chops during a showdown at the Eiffel Tower, but you'd think the movie's reported budget of $140 million might have bought Tucker at least one side-splitting gag.
Helmer Ratner knows the Rush Hour routine by heart, and production values, even with several new contributors to the franchise (including solid lenser J. Michael Muro), maintain the franchise's sharp, shiny look.
It's a tedious, soulless, junky comedy whose outtakes reveal just how little effort aside from writing Tucker that big fat check and another for renting the Eiffel Tower was put into getting it on the screen.
There's no doubt that Rush Hour 3 is anything but a mess. And yet there were moments when I found myself laughing giddily at the inanity of it all, and other moments when the picture was so beautiful to look at that I almost forgot its faults.