the absence of necessity or consistency has its appeal; it guarantees that the movie stays unpredictable even as it pilfers shamelessly, piling cliche upon cliche, but rarely in a way that makes a lick of sense
a lively closing dance sequence, after an earnest, underwhelming climax, pays affectionate tribute to Bollywood production numbers. For Mr. Chan, the era for elaborate body stunts, be they botched or successfully executed, seems to have ended
