After being smacked by the many Rambos, by all the 36 chambers of Shaolin and
lately by the prolific mishmash of both (thanks to the a-china-man-in-America-that-finds-them-kung
fu-less syndrome spread by Jackie), we undeniably weren't expecting too much of
a script. No surprises here. But when there's Jet Li in the flick, the story becomes
as interesting as the parallel lines that never meet.
The supercop from Shanghai is this time around spelled Liu Jiuan (Jet Li). Through the introductory scene of Bridget Fonda, he figures that the glibly American accented head....