Rush Hour 3Increasingly silly skits  August 15,
2007 12:15:36 PM
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With its muddled story line and slick Paris locations, the third installment of Brett Ratner’s hugely successful franchise offers little more than a chance to see detectives Carter and Lee in increasingly silly skits and action set pieces. Chris Tucker and Jackie Chan rely less on East/West stereotypes this time (they can make fun of the French instead), but they seem wooden throughout — even those famous outtakes that play during the credits appear labored. Although the whole thing resembles a hastily packed suitcase, bulging with hammy musical numbers and ridiculous cameos (Roman Polanski? Max von Sydow?), it manages (like its predecessors) to deliver its payload of guiltless, moo shu pleasure by the time Edwin Starr’s “War” starts up at the end. Especially good is a greasy French cabbie (Yvan Attal) who lambastes America’s fortunes in war and Olympic basketball while secretly longing to be a gun-brandishing TV cop.
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