Rush Hour 2 (2001)
Oh god, just kill me already.

Oh god, just kill me already.

Diana Palmer, romantic suspense diva. Run!

The heroine is certifiable.

This is like the special slow sibling of the author’s previous book, which is just… not good, to put it mildly.

More like, two stupid!

A creepy POS of a guy is A-OK because his ex wife is a whore. Fun!

Small town life is never this terrifying.

The theme is “obnoxious old-fashioned values”.

The cretin in this one sets a new low for heroine dumbassery.

Of course, the sequel just have to be putrid compared to the previous movie. Why am I even surprised?
