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Hong Kong action star Li deserves a better vehicle than this absurd Dragon

Kiss of the Dragon -- the latest vehicle for martial arts star Jet Li, a mainland talent who became a superstar in Hong Kong and has since succumbed to the blandishments of Hollywood -- has a little of the best (and a lot of the worst) of Hong Kong films, and a lot of the worst of Hollywood action films.

It may be an oversimplification to call it a Hollywood film, since the setting and the director (commercials director Chris Nahon, making his feature debut) are both French, as is the Big Name behind it all -- Luc Besson, who made La Femme Nikita, The Fifth Element, The Professional and the regrettable Joan of Arc biopic The Messenger, and who here serves as screenwriter (along with Karate Kid and Lethal Weapon 3 veteran Robert Mark Kamen) and producer.

The film centers on an old plot hook -- an out-of-town spy/hit man/cop on a mission is set up as a patsy by the guys who hired him, and now he must negotiate his way around culturally unfamiliar turf, trying to survive and prove his innocence, while both the cops and the bad guys try to kill him. He will find one person to trust -- almost invariably a great-looking but damaged babe, usually a hooker, a barmaid or a moll of some sort.

Senseless violence: Jet Li's ass-kickings apparently require more nuanced editing to bring out their finer points.
Senseless violence: Jet Li's ass-kickings apparently require more nuanced editing to bring out their finer points.

In the current iteration, Li plays Liu Jian, a Beijing supercop who is sent to Paris at the request of French police officials investigating a Chinese/French drug-smuggling operation. The City of Lights has never looked more comically sinister than in the opening sequence: The first French character we meet -- surly, ill-shaven -- is so obviously a ruthless villain…until he turns out to be a simple customs clerk at the airport.

Liu then goes through a ridiculous series of contortions to find out one simple fact: He should report to a certain room in a certain hotel, where French police bigwig Richard (Tchéky Karyo) is running surveillance on a Chinese drug dealer. You'd think he could simply call the embassy (or the Paris Central Police Bureau or someone) and be told, "Head over to Room 441 at the Palace Hotel," but no, he has to get notes directing him to other notes to mysterious meetings in bars and bathrooms before he can finally connect with Richard.

This nearly farcical goose chase requires that practically every employee and every patron of the hotel be on Richard's payroll. It appears the entire Paris police force is under cover as part of this one operation. Of course, we soon learn that Richard can afford it: He's not only France's top crimefighter; he's also France's top criminal! In fact, this whole surveillance is a sham. Richard and his hundreds of accomplices actually intend to murder the drug dealer, and Liu will be their fall guy. Luckily, through an indiscriminate mingling of the utterly impossible and the merely implausible, Liu is able to escape with a video proving that it was Richard who committed the murder.

Naturally, Richard has convinced everyone that Liu is a psycho killer, and has the entire might of the French police lined up to catch him. Let us note right now that all of the gendarmes seem to be part of the conspiracy. The only ones in the entire French government not privy to the big secret are Richard's bosses, who nonetheless "have the fullest confidence in him."

If this weren't silly enough, Liu manages to team up with Jessica (Bridget Fonda), a prostitute who is the only witness who can clear his name. Let me emphasize just how coincidental this all is: Liu is holed up in the tiny shop of his trusted contact (Burt Kwouk, who played Cato in the Pink Panther films), and Jessica just happens to be hooking right outside and just happens to need to go to the bathroom. Of all the Chinese bakeries in all the world, she has to stroll into this one looking for a toilet.

One can imagine how relieved Liu would be to find her. Except that, thanks to various disguises and farcelike staging during the murder, neither of them ever got a good look at the other. So they become comrades on the run for quite a spell before they even realize their connection. In this movie, even the coincidences have coincidences.

It would be a waste of time to catalog the rest of the absurdities by which Kiss of the Dragon moves its plot along. Let us only passingly mention the scene in which the gun-wielding assassins seem simply to drop the pursuit with no explanation, and the fact that Richard, having recovered the incriminating video, doesn't destroy it but saves it. In his desk, no less.

Okay, forget all that. Let's get to the important question: How are the action scenes? Well, Besson and Nahon were smart enough to bring aboard longtime Li associate Corey Yuen Kwai (billed here as "Cory Yuen") as action director. Yuen stands with Jackie Chan, Sammo Hung, Ching Siu-Tung (Peking Opera Blues) and Yuen Wo-Ping (The Matrix, Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon) in the first rank of Hong Kong stunt choreographers. Unfortunately, they failed to let him direct and supervise the editing as well. Under Yuen's direction, Li made such terrific HK films as Fist of Legend (1991), The Legend of Fong Sai-Yuk (1993) and My Father Is a Hero (1995), none of whose hems this current Dragon is allowed to kiss.

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