A muddled, cliché-driven plot packs little
punch compared to the sole redeeming quality
of Jet Li films: the fight scenes, which are
unfortunately few and far between. The
martial arts master stars as a Chinese
operative sent to Paris on a top secret
mission. This gets him caught in a conspiracy
involving corrupt cops with a
prostitution-running, drug-smuggling
kidnapper (Tcheky Karyo) as their ringleader
and a grungy street-walking junkie as an
annoying tag-along (Bridget Fonda). But
fast-forward through this mundane plot to the
butt-kicking, fist-flying action sequences
incorporating lethal chopsticks, deadly
acupuncture pins and fatal billiard balls, in
a refreshing display of raw talent versus the
overused Matrix-style special effects
exploited in films today.