Jimmy Tong is a man who has perfect skills in driving, the thing that leads him to be the driver of an important CIA agent. When the agent exposed to an attack, he asks Jimmy to pretend to be him in a party. Jimmy finds himself fights against a dangerous gang and he has to win to save an important project.
The only possible surprise in The Tuxedo would be an extended demonstration of what was once Chan's trademark, the daffily choreographed kineticism forbidden of late by either his own age or the scruples of story editors.
The Tuxedo is sort of like a film that might have been made from a song by Burt Bacharach; its central conceit is odd, implausible, even a bit silly, but one can hardly begrudge it those elements when the thing plays so beautifully.