Jackie Chan’s movies generally are excellent popcorn entertainers. The fact that
they are generally self-effacing makes them more enjoyable than typical action
films. Add the fact that the bad guys usually just get beat up, instead of blown
up or executed, and the charm increases.
But The Tuxedo tries its damndest to destroy precisely those elements in the movie.
To borrow a clothing metaphor, this is one ill-fitting suit, and it makes the
wearer look pretty darned silly.
A shy cab driver Jimmy Tong (Jackie) gets a posh gi....