It was awful and I enjoyed the first two. It's not even remotely funny, it's short, it's cliche on top of cliche and probably killed Ingmar Bergman by association with Max Van Sydow permanently wrecking any career he might have had.
The best part, in my opinion, is when the film is apparently going nowhere fast (with a brief partners split up, but miss each other montage - Tucker eats Chinese food, Chan orders soul food)... Sydow appears from nowhere to describe the plot of the rest of the movie. And I mean, from nowhere. He doesn't even know who Chan or Tucker are, or where they are, but he abruptly shows up at Jackie Chan's front door after he gets out of the shower. He gives some cliche-ridden exposition and then promptly leaves, as if he was checking out from a hard day's work and going to the bank to cash Brett Ratner's check.
The film has spotty continuity and unexplained questions (What the fuck happened in New York? Why is Carter directing traffic? When did Chris Tucker become completely unfunny?). In the end, this is just one of those films that is a complete waste of time, because it's not even bad enough to mock or has a single element stand out.
In a film starring Jackie Chan, there literally feels like there are no action sequences. I'm not kidding. The most involving sequence is a taxi/motorcycle chase that is filmed so pedestrian that it does a disservice to all other car chases in the history of cinema.
And contrary to popular belief, Roman Polanski did not rape anyone. I came for the rape, but there was none. :/
