Review: Skiptrace
Years ago, cop
Jackie Chan lost his partner on the force to a nasty criminal bigwig, and has
looked after the slain man’s daughter (Fan Bingbing) ever since as if she were
his own). The girl works at a casino in Macau owned by the businessman Chan
strongly suspects of being the shadowy underworld figure that killed his
partner. Anyway, dopey American gambler Johnny Knoxville witnesses the casino
owner offing somebody. Chan tracks the idiot down in Russia where he has now
fallen afoul of some goons because he’s an idiot like I said. Chan comes to his
aid and they then work together to take down the kingpin.
Renny Harlin (“Die
Hard 2”, “Cliffhanger”) and Jackie Chan might’ve been a
director-star combination to make you sit up and take notice in the early-to-mid
90s. Maybe. Instead it’s 2016 and they have combined to make Chan’s worst film
since the 1992 wrongful pairing with Wong Jing for the deathly dopey “City
Hunter”. Filmed in China and Hong Kong, it’s a piss-poor attempt to make
Johnny Knoxville the next Chris Tucker or Owen Wilson, the whole thing feels so
tediously 2002. At best. Hell, at one point Knoxville makes a “Jerry
Maguire” gag. That’s a film from 1996 when one suspects this script was
first written. On a computer with Windows95.
The stars share
anti-chemistry, and Knoxville is so dreadfully unfunny that even the normally
cheerful Chan appears entirely depressed at having to appear alongside the
jackass. Hey, it’s a tired movie with tired humour, I’m not about to waste my
good jokes on it. Knoxville isn’t an actor and the film is even more slapsticky
and poorly looped than the usual Chan film. It’s moronic and loud, too. Seemingly
an unused script for a Chan-Wilson outing that never got off the ground, the
nadir is probably a WTF scene where a drunk Chan and some Mongolians sing
‘Rolling in the Deep’ for no good goddamn reason at all. I didn’t get it, nor
did I want to. Mostly it’s just incredibly tedious and cheap-looking. Former
WWE ‘Diva’ and Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu practitioner Eve Torres-Gracie plays a
dopey-accented female henchman, the kind of silly character and performance
you’d expect from a 80s era Chan film…and not one of the good ones. They engage
in an embarrassingly cute fight involving boob jokes and Russian dolls. And why
is it called skiptrace when Chan plays a cop, not a bounty hunter or bail
bondsman?
Completely
joyless, obnoxious, and nearly unwatchable outing from a seemingly weary Chan.
He still seems able to deliver in the stunts department (albeit probably with
some help) but the film is terrible on every other conceivable level. Scripted
by Jay Longino (The very belated “Bachelor Party 2: The Last Temptation”)
and BenDavid Grabinski (whose only previous writing gig was a short film), I
hated this.
Rating: D
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