Maybe Jet Li's worst -- which is saying something, since I haven't seen all his films. When martial arts champion Dick Wei defects to America, teammate Jet Li gets left behind as well; but while Wei links up with a San Francisco organized crime outfit, Li finds himself accused of a murder his friend committed. Li is rescued by goofball deliveryman Stephen Chow, who chances upon a few kilos of cocaine lost in a bloody gunfight just outside his van; unfortunately for him, his dad uses the coke for laundry detergent, and soon the bad guys are on top of the good guys, and with a vengeance. Ex-moll Nina Li-Chi provides visual relief, and helps out in a nifty car chase down hilly lower-California Street -- almost certain death for any car's suspension, even at low speeds. Nearly everybody gets killed or beaten to a bloody pulp (except Li and Li-Chi, who live happily ever after). The usual assortment of SF sites and scenery, and one too many unintentional laffs.

(2/4)



[Reviewed by Steve Spinali]