Rush Hour 3

The enormously bad latest entry in the odd-couple comedy-action cop franchise sees the shrill Detective James Carter (Tucker) and long-suffering Chief Inspector Lee (Chan) going up against the Triads in Paris (don’t ask). It’s lazily racist, sexist and homophobic, insultingly shoddy in its construction and even the fight scenes are dull. There are perhaps two good bits: the (presumably) tongue-in-cheek montage of melancholy after our heroes’ obligatory falling-out and the rueful realisation of a French cabbie that ‘I will never know what it is to be an American; what it is to kill for no reason.’ Oh, and marvelling at how palpably ashamed Von Sydow is of his dodgy diplomat shtick – and, one hopes, the whole thing.