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Probably the greatest stuntman to establish himself as a movie star since Harold Lloyd, Jackie Chan had the misfortune not to become a U.S. box-office champion until his 40s, when his much-abused body was losing its elasticity. His inability to keep taking the sort of physical risks that propelled his best movies, coupled with a limited facility with English, has forced Chan into a series of partnerships with chatty Americans. His latest partner may be his worst yet, although The Tuxedo can’t be hung on Jennifer Love Hewitt. There’s plenty of blame to go around for this moronic spy-flick spoof, which pits Jimmy Tong (Chan) and Del Blaine (Hewitt) against a supervillain who intends to corner the market on bottled water and then alter all the world’s tap water so it dehydrates people. (What’s next? Potato chips that prevent you from eating just one?) Cabdriver Jimmy is hired to chauffeur a suave superspy, only to have his new boss sidelined by an attempted assassination. So Jimmy dons the spy’s tuxedo, a cross between a high-powered exoskeleton and a wearable computer. As he attempts to master the supertogs, he’s teamed with Del, a spy-agency analyst on her first field assignment. Unlike that of Chan’s best work, the action is very gimmicky, with fast-mo effects and quick cuts covering for the star’s diminished agility. First-time director Kevin Donovan and the film’s gaggle of scripters show little faith in Chan’s natural comic ability, opening the film with a urine gag and repeatedly calling attention to Hewitt’s breasts. Showcased in a variety of evening dresses, the actress’s figure may be more compelling than her delivery, but with lines as lame as the ones she’s assigned, it’s hard to say. Even the sequence in which Jimmy, introduced as “the last emperor of soul,” subs for the ailing James Brown is quickly revealed as threadbare. —Mark Jenkins