Paper thin plot holding up the usual spectacular stuntwork.Jackie Chan continues to have older films released in America, redubbed and retitled. Mr. Nice Guy is just another in the long line.
The plot's not of consequence. Jackie plays a chef in Australia (?), who gets mixed up with a group of drug lords who think he's in possession of a videotape with incriminating evidence. All that really happened is Jackie helped out a pretty girl. Doesn't matter.
The bad guys are horribly cartoony here, and the dubbed dialogue is so cornball that the audience in the theater collectively groans when they hear the cheesiest.
Know what, though? Doesn't matter.
Chan's a master at the stuntwork, and that's really the only reason I've ever watched his movies. He's balletic in his movement, but he can still kick your ass. He's goofy at times, but he'll get that determined, stony look on his face and you'll just wait for the action to start.
As always, watch the closing credits to see the outtakes of Chan's aborted stunts and occasional miscues resulting in broken bones. Painful at times, but almost always the best part of the show.If you go expecting rich, intricate plots and deep, meaningful dialogue, then you're an idiot. If you go expecting entertainment and some spectacular stuntwork, then congratulations. You win.