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Jackie Chan's latest shotgun marriage of martial-arts action and buddy-pic slapstick suffers from a script less written than treated, scenes less directed than strong-armed into semicoherence, and a scarifying premise: a Chinese imperial guard and a ne'er-do-well American petty criminal team up in Nevada to rescue a kidnapped princess (Lucy Liu). Shanghai Noon is also unstintingly funny—far more so than the wince-worthy trailer—owing to Chan's pairing with droll indie eccentric Owen Wilson, as his would-be gunslinger sidekick.

Wilson could have walked straight off the set of Bottle Rocket—the sweet, cockeyed, rigorously understated heist comedy he starred in and cowrote with Wes Anderson before they penned Rushmore—and into Shanghai Noon, where his gentle, faintly delirious, wholly idiosyncratic presence provides winning absurdist counterpoint to his frenetic surroundings and to the self-effacing whirling dervish Chan. The pair's affectionate, rat-tat-tat chemistry seems to spring from mutual fascination and, no doubt, from the fact that Wilson was allowed to improvise. Chan, now into his late forties, is bearing up astonishingly well, but his twilight years of defying gravity and good common sense have so far gone ill-recorded. As in Rush Hour, the action sequences are so tightly framed and haphazardly edited that your eye can't follow his breathtaking balletic bang-pow.

That Chan and Wilson deserve better seems beside the point. A solid spit-your-popcorn lowbrow comedy comes along only so often, so don't think it's damnation by faint praise to say that the best scene in Shanghai Noon involves two grown men screaming their way through an apparently untranslatable Chinese drinking game while enjoying a bubble bath together.

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Shanghai Noon
Directed by Tom Dey
Written by Alfred Gough and Miles Millar
A Touchstone release
Opens May 26

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