This 'Tuxedo' doesn't fit

When it comes to Jackie Chan movies, I'm generally inclined to cut them all the slack I can muster. There is no sense strolling into the theater hoping to see Academy Award fare. It's Jackie "Drunken Master" Chan and that's just not the point. Chan films exist because he exists and, in most cases, succeed only because he has his own brand, a charming mix of innocent humor, physical comedy and some serious one-on-20 martial-arts madness. \nYeah, and then there's "The Tuxedo."\nThe debut film from Kevin Donovan, the award-winning director of a beer commercial (that's right, I said "a beer commercial") and a Sammy Hagar video, "The Tuxedo" is nothing more than a blasphemous excuse to stick a camera in Jennifer Love Hewitt's cleavage. Granted, I'm sure some of you are thinking there could be worse excuses, but I thought the excuse to make a Jackie Chan movie was supposed to be Jackie Chan.\nBasically (and I'm still confused about the details), cab driver Jimmy Tong (Chan) is recruited to become the limo driver of a suave millionaire, Clark Devlin, who -- you guessed it -- is a key player in international espionage and intrigue and the proud owner of a sentient, high-tech tuxedo that gives its wearer super-physical ability.\nBut after a car bombing that leaves his boss hospitalized, Tong decides to wear the suit himself and stand in as Devlin, a decision that propels the unsuspecting Tong into a battle against a bottled-water tycoon with plans of world domination. Painful, isn't it?\nUsually, as long as Chan kung-fus plenty of henchmen, it isn't hard to let the plot slide. But in the "The Tuxedo" there are only vague hints of the Chan we know. I mean, let's get a couple of things straight: Chan does not need wires to kick people and Chan does not need computer FX. Even the editing of the already-pathetic fight sequences is a total disgrace. Sadly, this might be the worst yet of Chan's U.S. films, with only "Mr. Nice Guy" to rival it, and that, at least, had some decent fighting.