Hardcore Jackie Chan fans will take delight in this
sequel to Shanghai Noon, because director David
Dobkin decided to shine the spotlight more on Chan and his
martial arts antics this time around. He also opted for a gaggle of
gags and an anachronistic everything-British soundtrack. But
moviegoers who loved the tone of the first film and the unlikely
pairing of Chan and Owen Wilson will miss the honest
energy and chemistry between the two that gives way to glitz in
Shanghai Knights.
After Chon Wang (Chan) learns that his father, the keeper of the
Imperial Seal, has been murdered and the seal stolen, he goes to New
York City to look up his old pal Roy O'Bannon, who, in between day shifts as a waiter and night shifts as a gigolo, has been secretly
ghost-writing dime novels that mythologize his western exploits. Wang's sister,
and martial arts equal, Chon Lin (Fann Wong) had tried
in vain to save her father and pledged to recover the symbol of the
emperor's authoritya search that leads her to the British Lord
Rathbone (Aidan Gillen) and an unwelcome stay in a
Scotland Yard jail cell. Naturally, Wang and O'Bannon go to London to
spring her, and along the way to recovering the seal they encounter a
plethora of real people, including Jack the Ripper, not-yet-Sir
Arthur Conan Doyle, and an annoyingly Dickensian version of a young
Charlie Chaplin. Wang meets his near-match fighting Rathbone's
henchman and would-be emperor of China, Wu Yip (played by real-life
martial arts expert Donnie Yen). And, as the title prematurely
reveals, the duo also manages to do something worthy of their being
knighted by movie's end. It's not a bad movie, mind you, but if
Shanghai Noon is a solid three-star film, this one falls short by a full
pointif for no other reason than it's being contrived, predictable, and
more intrusive than the Watergate break-in.
Both the outtakes at movie's end and the behind-the-scenes features are almost
refreshingly honest, by comparison. There's a "Fight Manual"
featuring filming footage and interviews with Dobkins and Chan that are
quite good, and some 30 minutes of entertaining deleted scenesone with the pair in knights' armor and an expanded scene inside
Madam Toussad's Wax Museum. After those, though, the extras slide
too. A short, silent-film-style "Action Overload" music video
seems fairly pointless, and of the two full-length commentaries only
Dobkin's is worthwhile. The second, featuring writers Alfred Gough
and Miles Millar, gets grating in a hurry as this pair guffaws much
of the way through their below-average remarks. Thankfully, the sound
(5.1 Dolby Digital Surround) and picture quality (2.35:1 aspect
ratio, enhanced so that it's slightly larger) are excellent. In
addition to the English, there's a French language track and Spanish
subtitles.
An homage is wonderful if it's not overdone, but unfortunately that's
not the case in Shanghai Knights. In the first film, it
was amusing that O'Bannon kept pronouncing Chon Wang's name "John
Wayne" and muttering what a terrible name that was for a cowboy. But
one inside Hollywood joke goes a long way. Here, we get more of the
John Wayne bit, plus an appearance by Charlie Chaplin as
Oliver!, Chan doing his umbrella martial arts dance a la
Singin' in the Rain (complete with musical background),
and gags about Sherlock Holmes, Stonehenge, and a number of other
routines.
In his commentary, Dobkin cites the sountrack from Butch Cassidy
and the Sundance Kid as an inspiration, and certainly A
Knight's Tale proved recently that it's possible to have a
modern soundtrack for a period movie if the music stays in the
background and is appropriate to the action. Here, the tone changes
radically with not just the umbrella routine but other scenes as
well, including a chase where Wang and O'Bannon careen to the music
of The Who's "Magic Bus." Bottom line: Shanghai Noon was
surprising and quirky; Shanghai Knights is predictable, with the plot
feeling like a sequence of set-ups for gags and overly long martial
arts routines. There are some laughs and thrills, sure, but mostly
it's more hokey than quirky.
JAMES PLATH