I would take a blonde, carzy-haired, crooked nosed manic depressive dood over a clean shaven black man that talks too much any day of the week....except maybe Dave Chapelle, he is to die for

Owen Wilson >>>> than Chris Tucker
Giving Shanghai the edge.
Plus, I have yellow fever and would let Lucy Lu fart in my lunch box any time she damn well pleases...actually, I have never floated down the yellow river but I hear it's the tits.
The only thing that movie is lacking would be a duck that bites ears.
What happened to Chan? He was adorable in Shang High Noon.
Rush Hour simply owns Shanghi Noon