Remake pays homage to the original

If you’ve seen The Karate Kid (1984), the memories will come back during this 2010 remake of the original. That’s a compliment.

Jaden Smith as Dre

Jaden Smith as Dre

The Karate Kid

Three and a half stars

Rating: PG (for bullying, martial arts action violence and some mild language)

If you’ve seen The Karate Kid (1984), the memories will come back during this 2010 remake of the original. That’s a compliment.

The original story was durable enough to inspire three sequels, and now we have an entertaining version filmed mostly on location in China, with 56-year-old Jackie Chan in the role of Mr. Miyagi.

The original film was one of its year’s best movies. The new one lacks the perfect freshness of that one; there aren’t many surprises as it follows the 1984 almost point by point.

But here is a lovely and well-made film that stands well on its own feet.

The Chinese locations add visual interest, there are scenes of splendor in mountains and on the Great Wall, and the characters are once again engaging.

The original film’s greatest asset was the Oscar-nominated performance by Pat Morita as Mr. Miyagi. Jackie Chan is so famous that it can come as no surprise here when Mr. Han, a reclusive janitor, reveals a hidden talent for the martial arts.

But Chan has never been a strutting, macho fighter onscreen; his charm comes from a self-kidding quality.

Here he does a good job of cooling down his usual cheerfulness and keeping his cards hidden.

In the role of his young pupil, Jaden Smith, son of Will and Jada Pinkett Smith, has a natural screen presence that glows. Dre Parker is calmer than the skitterish kid played by Ralph Macchio, but so much smaller than his opponents that we can well believe his fear of a bully at school.

And when that happens, we can forget obsessing about the 1984 film and enjoy this one. That was then; this is now.

The story once again involves a kid packed up by his divorced mom and forced to leave his hometown and friends and move far away — from Detroit to Beijing, this time. He hates it.

Then a cute young violinist named Mei Ying (Han Wenwen) smiles at him, and life looks more promising — if it weren’t for the school bully, Cheng (Wang Zhenwei).

This creature is so hateful and sadistic it’s hard to explain, until we meet his brutal kung fu coach, Master Li (Rongguang Yu). The monstrous Li teaches a new form of child abuse: Kids beating up on each other.

The story proceeds, as it must, with Dre slowly softening the heart of Mr. Han, who saves him from a beating by Cheng and agrees to teach him the secrets of kung fu.

Training goes well, and Dre and Mei Ying make a pact to attend each other’s big days: his kung fu tournament, her recital.

There’s the usual nonsense about her parents disapproving of him. Gee, why in the world would the parents of a world-class classical musician disapprove of a kung fu student from Detroit who doesn’t speak Chinese?

Luckily for Dre and the movie, everyone in China who needs to speak English can do so — even the little monster Cheng.

Many Americans not only have small interest in learning another language, they have small interest in reading subtitles of their own. We believe, as Mark Twain put it in The Innocents Abroad, that any foreigner can understand English if it is only spoken slowly enough and loudly enough.

It goes without saying that the whole film leads up to a climactic kung fu tournament, and that Dre is pitted against Cheng for the championship.

The lineage of the film is distinguished; the ‘84 version was directed by John Avildsen, director of Rocky.

This film’s climax is unusually well-handled; the tension is constructed in a careful way, the characters are developed, and use of a scoreboard makes it seem orderly, not rushed.

It’s one of the better Obligatory Fight climaxes I’ve seen.

The director, Harald Zwart, has not been one of my favorites; he made last year’s The Pink Panther 2.

But here, with a robust script by Christopher Murphey and cinematography by Roger Pratt (who filmed two Harry Potters), he makes a handsome, absorbing movie.

It runs a little long, but during the championship, that’s the last thing you’re thinking of.

Roger Ebert is a syndicated movie critic for The Chicago Sun Times.