Does the world need another “Karate Kid”?
Charming performances from Jaden Smith and Jackie Chan bolster a remake that's sweet if not surprising
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In an age when we think of bullying as something that happens on Facebook, director Harald Zwart’s reimagining of the ’80s teen classic “The Karate Kid” seems almost old-fashioned. In this world, kids don’t carry cellphones, they don’t talk smack on each other’s MySpace pages — they just beat the living hell out of each other.
This suspension of technological disbelief is abetted by the fact that the action takes place in Beijing, where 12-year-old Dre Parker (Jaden Smith, filling the role that made Ralph Macchio a star) and his widowed mom have moved to start a new life. On his first day in town, Dre chats up a pretty classmate and manages to piss off the wrong gang of thugs from the Show No Mercy Academy for Young Psychopaths. And the hits just keep coming. In the film’s slow-building early scenes, Dre alternates between stoic misery, genuine terror and pitching tantrums to his mom like the child he still is. It’s only after his building’s grumpy super Mr. Han (Jackie Chan) jumps into the fray while he’s receiving a particularly brutal pummeling that Dre begins to bloom. If that weird old guy can manage those cool moves, how hard can it be?
What follows next will come as no surprise to anyone who’s seen the 1984 original — or any other movie, ever. The cocky student will learn respect for his new discipline, the gruff master will soften, and the finale will consist of a tournament between the hotshot kid and the bully ringleader. But first, a training montage.
Cue music: He’s standing in the rain! And he’s kicking really high! And he’s getting better, getting better!
Dramatic interlude. Revelations. Tears. Bonding.
And now: Second training montage!
Clocking in at nearly two and a half hours, the movie’s a test of even adult endurance. Chan doesn’t open up his first can of whupass until we’re past the one-hour mark. And did we mention the cavorting-around-Beijing montage? At times, the movie feels less like a coming-of-age tale and more like an extended promo for the Chinese tourism bureau.
Moving the action to the Far East does have its advantages, however. Dre’s utter isolation feels more authentic, and the images — from a dreamy mountaintop monastery to the Great Wall to a chase across the Hutong rooftops to a sea of red-robed kids — are pretty damn breathtaking.
But more than the scenery, the chemistry of the two leads is the film’s greatest strength.
Mary Elizabeth Williams is a staff writer for Salon and the author of "Gimme Shelter: My Three Years Searching for the American Dream." Follow her on Twitter: @embeedub. More Mary Elizabeth Williams.




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