More than a decade since their last chaotic team-up, Rush Hour 4 roars back to life with the same signature energy, lightning-fast kicks, and explosive banter that made Carter and Lee one of the most beloved duos in action-comedy history. “New city, new case, same chaos” isn’t just a tagline — it’s a promise. And this time, the mayhem moves to Paris.

Chris Tucker’s James Carter is still loud, still unpredictable, and still hilariously overconfident. He opens the film trying to keep a low profile in Los Angeles, hosting a self-made podcast called Carter Confidential where he doles out half-baked detective advice and brags about “that time I saved the world in a bathrobe.” Across the globe, Jackie Chan’s Inspector Lee is living a quiet, disciplined life in Hong Kong — until Interpol knocks on his door with news of a conspiracy involving an international crime syndicate and a diplomatic summit in Paris.
When the case pulls Carter and Lee back together, the chemistry is instant. Age hasn’t dulled their comedic timing or physical prowess — it’s only made them funnier. Carter complains about bad knees and jet lag, while Lee calmly dodges bullets and flips over moving motorcycles. The film embraces their maturity without turning them into relics. They’re not has-beens; they’re old-school legends fighting in a new-school world.

Paris serves as a vibrant, chaotic playground for the action. From wild car chases around the Arc de Triomphe to a jaw-dropping kung fu brawl atop the Eiffel Tower, Rush Hour 4 is a whirlwind tour of beautifully choreographed danger. Director Rawson Marshall Thurber (Red Notice) keeps the pacing tight and the action kinetic, with Chan doing his own stunts and Tucker providing commentary at every step.
The story revolves around a shadowy tech magnate orchestrating a multinational plot to sabotage a global summit — think stolen AI weapons, deepfake diplomacy, and secret tunnels under the Louvre. While the plot leans into modern threats, the film smartly stays grounded in the duo’s chemistry. Every twist and shootout circles back to what makes Rush Hour tick: trust, loyalty, and hilariously misinterpreted cultural differences.
A major highlight is the dynamic between Carter and Interpol Agent Camille DuBois (played by Adèle Exarchopoulos), who doesn’t buy Carter’s antics for a second and slowly becomes the third wheel to his and Lee’s dysfunctional bromance. Meanwhile, Lee is forced to confront ghosts from his past as the syndicate’s leader has ties to a case he thought he buried years ago.

The comedy lands hard, with Carter’s outlandishness balanced by Lee’s stoicism. Whether they’re arguing about baguettes and kung fu etiquette or sneaking into an underground techno rave dressed as mime artists, the film knows exactly how to blend slapstick, wordplay, and cultural satire without missing a beat.
But Rush Hour 4 also knows when to slow down. A touching rooftop conversation in the rain reminds us why these two work — not just as detectives, but as friends. Beneath the chaos is a story about two men who’ve grown older, but never apart.
In the explosive finale, as Carter and Lee fend off assassins in a Versailles ballroom while dodging chandeliers and trading insults, it’s clear: some partnerships never fade. They evolve, they argue louder, and they hit harder.
Final Verdict:
Rush Hour 4 is a nostalgia-fueled joyride that delivers exactly what fans want — stunts, laughs, and two cinematic icons proving they’ve still got it. It doesn’t reinvent the franchise, but it doesn’t need to. It just lets Carter and Lee do what they do best.