Ratner and screenwriter Jeff Nathanson (responsible for bits and pieces of Coyote Ugly, Speed 2and Twister, which should violate some three-strikes-and-you're-out law) seem to think that getting a funnyman to deliver straight lines (they couldn't be jokes, could they?) warrants a hefty paycheck. In truth, all it does is demand that Tucker, who's already as subtle as a nail gun in the eye, turn up the volume to eleven (do earplugs come with that popcorn?). Tucker spends damned near the entire movie yelling, screaming and screeching at Chan and the audience. And still, he's making jokes about Chan's nationality, as though the two aren't even friends and Rush Hournever happened. If only.