Rush Hour 2
Jackie Chan and Chris Tucker slouch around for five or 10 minutes, yawning old catch phrases: Um, hey, here's our sequel. Then Chan, chasing some bad guys, starts shimmying up an umpty-story bamboo scaffold, and a chase-and-fight human pachinko game breaks out. This is why the post-racial slapstick of the Rush Hour franchise is going to earn another quarter-billion dollars--Hong Kong action picking up where the Hollywood buddy-cop formula sags, and vice versa. When they get warmed up (massage-parlor fight!), the stars match, and maybe surpass, their previous level of mutual goofiness; the theater bubbles with real crowd-pleasure. Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon ingenue Zhang Ziyi checks in as the psychopathic villain, in a performance that's two-thirds lipstick. The credit-reel outtakes are genius. Laugh and the world laughs with you.