Director: David Dobkin
Writer: Alfred Gough, Miles Millar
Producers: Gary Barber, Roger Birnbaum, Jon Glickman
Jackie Chan as Chon Wang
Owen Wilson as Roy O’Bannon
Fann Wong as Chon Li
Fortunately, the pace picked up during the film’s much better second half, which brought about a number of funny one-liners, humorous situations (the stuff in the whorehouse was choice and the pillow fight was particularly fun), nice chemistry between the lead goofs and a babe kicking guy ass! The finale is also quite over-the-top and explosive, and despite feeling a little stretched, worked for what it was, which was a wham-bam thank you Chan! (sorry, just had to) The plotline, on the other hand, is about as lame as you can get, with no need for instructions for anyone over the age of two…months! Lamer still were the constant “name” jokes, including Charlie Chaplin, Beni Hana, Sherlock Holmes and more. They felt about as forced as you can get in a sequel. The “bad” guy, who everyone in the film apparently believed to be “good” (despite him sneering and looking as sinister as Dr. Evil in every single frame here), was also pretty boring, save for his uncanny resemblance to the dashing, younger, skinnier Alec Baldwin and his booty-munching sword jamboree vs Chanski nearing the film’s conclusion. Donnie Yen was, once more, underused in his part, as was the showdown between he and the Chan-man (tired of this yet?), which didn’t particularly impress, considering its pedigree. But overall, the film did make me laugh somewhat, smile and bone up, with a particular thank you going out to the lovely Ms. Fann Wong for that last part: you can “fan” my “wong” any day!! (sorry man, it’s late and I’m tired) Oh yeah, and I can’t forget to mention the generally entertaining outtakes at the end of the film, which once again, were…well, generally entertaining. Skip the first half hour, enjoy the rest and I dare you to remember any of it two days later.