The Tuxedo: Critic Reviews

Chan needs a foil, and Hewitt, while perky, doesn't project nearly enough comedy weight.

Mr. Chan deserves much better than a hand-me-down suit that smells like a rental.

It's drab. It's uninteresting. It squanders Chan's uniqueness; it could even be said to squander Jennifer Love Hewitt!

This movie is about the worst thing Chan has done in the United States.

The jokes are as fresh as rotten eggs and the direction stoops to the occasion.

The only possible surprise in The Tuxedo would be an extended demonstration of what was once Chan's trademark, the daffily choreographed kineticism forbidden of late by either his own age or the scruples of story editors.

As an actor, [Chan] does stretch a bit.

It's one loud, chaotic, enjoyable blast.

The movie is silly beyond comprehension, and even if it weren't silly, it would still be beyond comprehension.

This is one more movie where you can tell that at least some of the moviemakers -- the scriptwriters at least -- think originality is a sin.

It's a fun gimmick ... if not an altogether fun movie.

There's so much show-offy cutting and so much trickery with film speed and camera work in this movie when it comes to Chan's stunts that you can't really be sure Jackie is actually executing the maneuvers you see.

Stranded in the middle of this mess, looking a bit flummoxed, is martial-arts master Jackie Chan, who beats the bejabbers out of everyone in his path, perhaps mistaking them for the writers.

For the first time in Chan's glorious career, credits for various fx-oriented skills far outnumber those for stunts and fight choreography, always in the past the beating, thumping heart of every Chan movie.

The material in this spy spoof is, pardon the pun, awfully frayed.

A generally joyless affair thanks to a script by committee and a director with no grasp of Chan's work and no feel for this sort of comedy.

If The Tuxedo actually were a suit, it would fit Chan like a $99 bargain-basement special.

Donovan ... squanders his main asset, Jackie Chan, and fumbles the vital action sequences.

Some hack makes a beer commercial and winds up trashing Jackie Chan.

During The Tuxedo's 90 minutes of screen time, there isn't one true 'Chan moment'.

A mechanical action-comedy whose seeming purpose is to market the charismatic Jackie Chan to even younger audiences.

Chan is still able to project the boyishness and insecurity of the new kid on the block. But even those aren't enough to make Tuxedo a black-tie affair.

A cute idea, miserably executed.