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This is barely an adaptation of the Verne novel at all. Rather, it's a Jackie Chan vehicle shoehorned into hoary material that steals its central plot from Shanghai Knights. In both films, Chan plays a devoted son who has to return to his father an ancient artifact stolen from his village. Here, Chan plays the role of Fogg's valet, Passepartout, and Steve Coogan is his employer. Chan's American movies all look and feel the same. Some are more dreary than others (The Tuxedo, say), but all are mundane action comedies in which Chan engages in a few amusing, elaborately staged fight sequences while playing sidekick to someone for whom English is not a second language.
But Coogan's decision to appear in this film is particularly distressing, because it suggests a baldfaced desire to swap hipster respectability for the easy paycheck that comes with making summertime cotton candy. The star of 24 Hour Party People and one of the highlights of Jim Jarmusch's new Coffee and Cigarettes has been emasculated by screenwriters who reduce him to Chan's cardboard straight man.
Everything about this new 80 Days feels cheap and smells musty. It looks like something filmed on a studio back lot that's been closed for years. And there are scant scenes of Chan and Coogan -- and Cécile de France as Coogan's love interest -- actually traveling from one country to another. Instead, the transitions are entirely computer generated, with France and India and San Francisco made to look like neon approximations of a Disneyland ride. It gives the impression that none of the actors ever left the studio, save for some scenes in which a lush and mountainous Thailand stands in for China. You're thankful for the fresh air after the stale stench of everything surrounding it.