The last action hero strikes again. With nifty knocks and groovy moves, he sets
out once again to prove that his bag of kung-fu kicks is still choc a bloc with
I don't know what standard Jackie Chan fare is, but if you're looking at purely kicks and crunches, and then this might suit your palate. With a wafer thin storyline and some banana peel humor, this flick is strictly for the frontbenchers and some hardcore Chan fans.
Poo (or Boo, or whatever) is a Taiwanese waif who comes across a bottle with a message in it from a guy called Albert out from Hong Kong. The message says something like 'I'm waiting for you - Albert', and thankfully there's already an address tag, in case should someone take that inane statement seriously.
Poo does, and she sets out to HK to meet the Man Of Her Dreams. She finally finds Albert - but looks like he has a sexual orientation that doesn't quite suit Poo, and they end up being roomies. Albert, a fashion photographer, takes Poo out on a shoot one day, and this is where she chances upon Chan, being almost done to death by a coupla goons. She saves him, and then becomes friends with the Man Of Her Dreams No. 2.
Chan, though, has problems of his own - in the form of a jealous best friend who's going of his way to make life hell for him. So not only does Chan have to contend with a lovesick waif, he also has to ward off the wicked advances made by his pal.
The movie is a huge drag, and I do wish Chan would cut humanity some slack and save us from untimely deaths. The movie serves only as an excuse to showcase Chan kicking butt with a vengeance. He seems to be armed to his teeth and above with some boppy kicks - hell, give it a rest Jackie, we know you're the best.
Unless you're the president of the Jackie Chan South Asian Fan Federation, or
generally suffer from a persecution complex, there is no legitimate reason to
catch this flick.