Many will condemn this movie for its poor quality, bad editing and sporadic plot; however, those who do cannot understand the beauty of a truly bad movie. This is a truly bad movie. So bad that I have seen it a half dozen times.
Somebody killed Chan's teacher. Chan wants revenge. The only thing that stands between himself and that noble goal is about five hundred people, variously armed. After he gets his revenge, he still has to defeat a man brandishing a slinky.
Nothing is good about the movie: Chan is a non-dynamic character whose fighting ability is less Jackie Chan than it is Jackie Onasis. It looks as if, at a certain point in the movie, the editor simply gives up and goes home, leaving editing in the capable hands of pure random chance. The women are as ugly as mud fences that have been painstakingly sculpted to look like really ugly Chinese women. The villains are gay, frail or just plain stupid.
But, like a cryptogram, you realize that there must be something hidden in this movie...something deep...the key to the meaning of life, perhaps.
I let my twelve year old watch it for the first time this weekend. Between the two of us and several watchings, we should get it figured out...