It's hard to work out why
Chan's follow-up to Rush Hour doesn't work as it should. There's
certainly more action, the plot is no dumber, in a rescue-the-princess kind
of way, and Wilson, the bandit with whom he teams
up, is much less irritating than Chris Tucker. However, while Rush
Hour put Jackie into a fresh new arena, this feels more like an amalgam
of a dozen other JC films: this fight's like Drunken Master 2, that
one's from Dragon Lord and even the whole "living with the natives"
schtick was done in Who am I?. There are also hideous mis-steps: I
like Kid Rock, but using his music distracts badly from the Wild West
setting. Odd moments poke through, the best being Wilson and Chan playing
that obscurist Chinese drinking game that involves pointing and singing,
which is so genuinely good-humoured you can't help but smile. This is more
an exception than the rule, and when even the traditional out-takes provoke
barely a yawn, you can tell this has failed to deliver.