Uno debe entrar a esta película prevenido. Jackie Chan no es un actor, es un prestidigitador de las artes marciales. Chris Tucker es un Jerry Lewis de nuestros días con una labia imparable. Lo que el director nos vende es una excusa para que el primero haga sus malabares en un andamio de Hong-Kong hecho de bambú chino muy resistente (o quizá no tanto) y el segundo nos deleite quejándose sin parar de la supremacía blanca. De poco sirve decir que no me divierten las habilidades de ninguno de los dos, un nutrido público los ha bendecido volviendo en masa a esta segunda entrega.
Brett Ratner, 2001.
Reparto: Jackie Chan (detective inspector Lee), (Chris Tucker) John Lone (Ricky Tan), Alan King (Steve Reign), Roselyn Sanchez (agente del servicio secreto Isabella), Harris Yulin (agente Sterling), Zhang Ziyi (Hu Li), Kenneth Tsang (capitán Chin).
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Reparto: Jackie Chan (detective inspector Lee), (Chris Tucker) John Lone (Ricky Tan), Alan King (Steve Reign), Roselyn Sanchez (agente del servicio secreto Isabella), Harris Yulin (agente Sterling), Zhang Ziyi (Hu Li), Kenneth Tsang (capitán Chin).
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Yo necesito ver algo de fundamento en una cinta. Los dos actores hubieran hecho un papel divertido acompañando a un actor serio con sus tonterías, pero juntos son la idotez al cuadrado. No entiendo que trabajo les costaba a los guionistas contar una historia. En el cine los actores pueden ser tontos pero los creadores no deberían. Tucker interpreta a un detective de Los Ángeles que visita a su amigo en Hong Kong y sólo piensa en divertirse. Jackie Chan no está para diversiones porque una banda de Triadas ha puesto una bomba en la embajada de los EE.UU. El caso les lleva a Los Ángeles donde las bufonadas de Tucker y los números de kárate de Chan y la belleza de una hispana llamada Roselyn Sánchez no sirven para resolver el caso, pero si para entretenernos mientras Chan llega al final y se enfrenta al malo.
De modo que uno llega al final y sólo ha visto chistes y golpes. El vacío total parece reventar taquillas. Por un momento siento que el guionista escucha mis quejas. Jackie Chan se enfrenta con el gangster que mató a su papá, y que lo pone a prueba contándole como lo hizo. ¿Otra vez la historia de los chinos con sus venganzas familiares? ¿Eso es lo único que se les ocurre? ¡No por favor! Sigan con las payasadas.
Chris Vognar (C+) [The Dallas Morning News] Mr. Tucker and Jackie Chan turned 1998's Rush Hour into an out-of-left-field hit, Mr. Chan's first in the States after years of success in Hong Kong. They made a winning pair, the motor-mouth wisecracker and the humble butt-kicker, and they managed to play with the idea of racial humor and differences without crossing the lines of bad taste.
Mr. Chan doesn't have much of a character to play, and he seems curiously neutered next to Mr. Tucker's clowning machismo; watching an ambiguously trustworthy customs agent (Roselyn Sanchez) undress in her hotel room, he's reduced to a drooling, childlike Peeping Tom. He also has the task of avenging the death of his late policeman father. How utterly original.
Roger Ebert (1,5/5) [CHICAGO SUN-TIMES] . The first film was built on a comic relationship between Jackie Chan and Chris Tucker, as odd-couple cops from Hong Kong and Los Angeles. It was funny because hard work went into the screenplay and the stunts. It was not funny because Chris Tucker is not funny whenever he opens his mouth.
Given Chan's so-so command of English, it's ingenious to construct a sequence that silences him with a grenade taped inside his mouth.
One rule all comedians should know, and some have to learn the hard way, is that they aren't funny--it's the material that gets the laughs.
Jay Carr [BOSTON GLOBE] It's also fun to see the influence ''Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon'' has had on this film, first in an action sequence that has Chan and Tucker hanging high over a busy street on a stalk of springy bamboo, but most notably in the heads-up casting of Zhang Ziyi as the heavy's chief henchwoman. ''Rush Hour 2'' makes highly
It hasn't got a brain in its body, but it's fun to watch.
Desson Howe [WASHINGTON POST] Comically, they're a perfect blend: Chan, who can defeat a gang of thugs with his bare hands, and Tucker, who talks a big game about doing the same.
Kevin Maynard [MR. SHOWBIZ] the joke is that the more they bond and mingle their styles and lingo, the less they understand each other.
Jeff Nathanson, who wrote the first Rush Hour, neatly hangs the formula on East-meets-West culture clash, exploiting racial stereotypes for delirious comic effect, as when an exasperated Lee regurgitates Carter's lingo, exclaiming, "I'll bitch-slap you back to Africa!"
Peter Travers [ROLLING STONE] The main ingredients are Jackie Chan, the Hong Kong action king, and Chris Tucker, the motormouthed American comic. All director Brett Ratner has to do is stir and serve.
Mr. Cranky (-3) I don't know why they even bothered with a story. The movie would be equally entertaining if it were just a sequence of fights and one-liners that weren't connected by any particular thread.
Desconecta.com (2/5) La nueva trama no es lo más importante, se centraron en ofrecer más acción y, al menos, la misma cantidad de humor, según su director –Brett Ratner-, provocado por la capacidad de improvisación de ambos actores.
Mr. Chan doesn't have much of a character to play, and he seems curiously neutered next to Mr. Tucker's clowning machismo; watching an ambiguously trustworthy customs agent (Roselyn Sanchez) undress in her hotel room, he's reduced to a drooling, childlike Peeping Tom. He also has the task of avenging the death of his late policeman father. How utterly original.
Roger Ebert (1,5/5) [CHICAGO SUN-TIMES] . The first film was built on a comic relationship between Jackie Chan and Chris Tucker, as odd-couple cops from Hong Kong and Los Angeles. It was funny because hard work went into the screenplay and the stunts. It was not funny because Chris Tucker is not funny whenever he opens his mouth.
Given Chan's so-so command of English, it's ingenious to construct a sequence that silences him with a grenade taped inside his mouth.
One rule all comedians should know, and some have to learn the hard way, is that they aren't funny--it's the material that gets the laughs.
Jay Carr [BOSTON GLOBE] It's also fun to see the influence ''Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon'' has had on this film, first in an action sequence that has Chan and Tucker hanging high over a busy street on a stalk of springy bamboo, but most notably in the heads-up casting of Zhang Ziyi as the heavy's chief henchwoman. ''Rush Hour 2'' makes highly
It hasn't got a brain in its body, but it's fun to watch.
Desson Howe [WASHINGTON POST] Comically, they're a perfect blend: Chan, who can defeat a gang of thugs with his bare hands, and Tucker, who talks a big game about doing the same.
Kevin Maynard [MR. SHOWBIZ] the joke is that the more they bond and mingle their styles and lingo, the less they understand each other.
Jeff Nathanson, who wrote the first Rush Hour, neatly hangs the formula on East-meets-West culture clash, exploiting racial stereotypes for delirious comic effect, as when an exasperated Lee regurgitates Carter's lingo, exclaiming, "I'll bitch-slap you back to Africa!"
Peter Travers [ROLLING STONE] The main ingredients are Jackie Chan, the Hong Kong action king, and Chris Tucker, the motormouthed American comic. All director Brett Ratner has to do is stir and serve.
Mr. Cranky (-3) I don't know why they even bothered with a story. The movie would be equally entertaining if it were just a sequence of fights and one-liners that weren't connected by any particular thread.
Desconecta.com (2/5) La nueva trama no es lo más importante, se centraron en ofrecer más acción y, al menos, la misma cantidad de humor, según su director –Brett Ratner-, provocado por la capacidad de improvisación de ambos actores.