It’s hard to decide which is the greater absurdity in the Jason Statham-Jet Li collaboration War: The fact that the movie barely lets either man employ his martial-arts skills or that it gives them only two significant scenes together. As an obsessed FBI agent on the trail of Li’s underworld assassin, Statham is reduced to firing a lot of guns and roughing up various suspects. Li is even more stoic than usual and equally hampered. He too spends most of his time shooting a gun with what are usually much more ingeniously employed hands.
