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 -- includes 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 a very 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 must negotiate his way around culturally unfamiliar turf, trying to survive and prove his innocence, while both the cops and the bad guys are out 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. 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 just call the embassy (or the Paris Central Police Bureau) 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 scenario requires that nearly every employee and every patron of the hotel be on Richard's payroll. It appears that the entire Paris police force is undercover as part of this one operation. Of course, we soon learn that Richard can afford it: He's not only France's top crime fighter; he's also France's top criminal! In fact, this whole surveillance is a sham: Richard and his hundreds of accomplices intend to murder the drug dealer, and Liu has been brought in to be the 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 actually committed the murder.
Meanwhile, 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 in on the conspiracy: The only ones in the entire French government not privy to the big secret are Richard's bosses, who "have the fullest confidence in him."
If this setup 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 her involvement is: Liu is holed up in the tiny shop of his trusted contact (Burt Kwouk, who played Kato 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 farcical 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. What a lucky break! 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 mention in passing the scene in which the gun-wielding assassins seem to drop the pursuit with no explanation, and the fact that Richard, having recovered the incriminating video, doesn't destroy it but saves it ... easy to find ... in his desk.
OK, forget all that. Let's get to the important question: How are the action scenes? 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, Besson and Nahon failed to let him direct and supervise the editing as well. Under Yuen's direction, Li made such terrific H.K. films as Fist of Legend (1991), The Legend of Fong Sai-Yuk (1993), and My Father Is a Hero (1995); this Dragon shouldn't be allowed to kiss the hems of those films' garments.
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