Had the Friday-alum drawn more inspiration from Eddie Murphy than Martin Lawrence, channeled more Beverly Hills Cop charisma than Bad Boys tantrums, his Detective Carter might be strong enough to last a few rounds with Detective Inspector Lee, and Rush Hour might not be such a lopsided Buddy Cop offering. Whereas Chan loads each meticulously choreographed fight with anxious energy and convincing spontaneity, Tucker fires from the hip and hopes the high-pitched insanity he brandishes earns a laugh. Lethal Weapon 4 hit theaters two months earlier with a similar East-meets-West caper and its own Chinese master martial artist.) Instead, Rush Hour unfolds with passionate but predictable comic bravado, action erupts for the sole sake of the audience, and Chan, wielding everything he lays a hand on as a viable weapon, is the only one who seems to have any surprises tucked up his sleeves. Rather than grab hold of the genre Lethal Weapon built, he simply rests his hopes on Chan and Tucker's chemistry, amps up the physical comedy, and tosses as much kung fu and gunplay into the mix as he can cram in. Director Brett Ratner doesn't reinvent the Buddy Cop wheel, no matter how hard he tries. Because, you know, the FBI agents in films like Rush Hour couldn't find their reflections in a mirror.
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