Yeah, yeah, yeah…I know.
But, a couple of things in my defense: (1) Mrs. Bootleg selected the movie and (2) most Black people actually don't mind Chris Tucker. It's kind of like how white people loathe ESPN's Stuart Scott, but are only mildly annoyed by Chris Berman, even though "Boomer's" schtick is indistinguishable from Stu's.
Chris Tucker may be a braying ass, but, to us, he's just a mild annoyance.
And, besides…he's our braying ass.
Even if you've never seen any of the previous Rush Hour movies, you probably know the routine. Jackie Chan and the aforementioned Mr. Tucker play a pair of mismatched cops from different worlds. Cultures clash, hilarity ensues and the bad guys are chop-sockied to oblivion. End credits.
In this latest effort, Inspector Lee (Chan) and Detective Carter (the Black guy) are out to foil an organized Chinese crime syndicate. Yes, again.
But, this time they're in Paris!
Obviously, it's a money grab for all involved, but this flick actually had its moments here and there with Chan and Tucker displaying more of the great chemistry they established in the original Rush Hour nearly ten(!) years ago.
(And, be honest…you had the 1998 Def Jam soundtrack just like I did.)
Sure, the plot is transparently predictable – Mrs. Bootleg and I whispered back and forth to each other about what would happen next all throughout the movie and identified the "mystery villain" from the moment he stepped on the screen – but it's not like director Brett Ratner has ever been called "subtle".
Here's a quote for the cover of the DVD (which will probably be out by the time you finish reading this post):
"It ain't the worst of the summer 'three-quels'. Ocean's 13…I'm looking at you."