Noemie Lenoir

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Credit Angeli

 

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Video of Noemie from X17
http://x17video.com/celebrity_video/noemie_lenoir/noemie_lenoir_international_pl.php
In 4 years Noemie Lenoir went from being virtually unknown to international supermodel and actress. Since wrapping Rush Hour 3, Ms. Lenoir enjoys light pursuits on the beaches of St. Tropez. After chilling with family on her boat, Storm photographers caught her getting a little closer to Puffy his yacht on Saturday evening. An album in the works, perhaps?

 

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Noemie Lenoir at the yacht of P Diddy who hosts friends on his yacht in the harbour of Saint Tropez, France july 31



celebutopia

 

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Credit teen au feminix

 

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She's in the Jones New York Collection campaign for F/W 07-08
Ph: Craig McDean









jonesnewyork.com

 

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Ford Agency

 

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Sexy! Josie Maran and Noemie Lenoir Sports Illustrated 2001 video

18 MB = 1:44 = High Quality









http://rapidshare.com/files/47196621/Josie_and_Noemie_2001_uploaded_by_Sanja.mpg

 

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Credit NL images

 

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Hot! Petra Nemcova and Noemie Lenoir Sports Illustrated 2004 video 25 MB = 2:27 = High Quality http://rapidshare.com/files/47358121/Petra_and_Noemie_2004_uploaded_by_Sanja.mpg

 

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I hope she shoots for S.I. again!

 

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I don't. I want her to do more upscale stuff.
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Noemie in Rush Hour 3

 

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Noemie on Diddy's yacht in St Tropez
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Promos Rush Hour 3

 

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Credit Charlotte Observer
Don't rush to spend an 'Hour' (and a half)

Lawrence Toppman
The Charlotte Observer
Published: Thursday, August 9, 2007

Someday, when Western civilization reaches its lowest point, a graduate student will write a thesis entitled "Significance of the Butt in the Films of Brett Ratner." Until that time, the rest of us can only wonder at this fixation.

Ratner's an infamous booty-hound, which explains frequent shots of beautiful women draped over the hoods of cars and strutting across stages in thongs. But how are we to account in "Rush Hour 3" for Detective Carter's threat to shoot off a man's butt cheeks, for the bizarre and unnecessary proctologic exam a French policeman - played by Roman Polanski! - administers to Carter and Inspector Lee, and for dialogue such as this:

Carter to Lee: "You have too much rice in your diet. You're constipated!" Then, to a flight attendant: "Can we have one gefilte fish and one Ex-Lax?"

Lee much later, after a frightening plummet to Earth: "Carter - I not constipated no more!"

The howls of audience members around me proved there's still an audience for the third installment of this odd coupling, though no one involved even pretends there's a story to tell or coherence to maintain anymore.

Ratner slaps together some action sequences, and the two stars lazily exploit their relationship: Chris Tucker squeaks insults in his nitrous-oxide voice and delivers haymaker punches, and Jackie Chan gives us his hangdog grin and martial arts sequences that look more tired than ever.

This time, they're thrown together when someone from the international confederacy of Chinese Triads tries to murder the Chinese representative to the World Criminal Court. His daughter (Youki Kudoh) begs Carter and Lee not to rest until they've found the would-be assassin; their only clue leads them to court headquarters in Paris, where WCC chairman Reynard (Max Von Sydow) is about to convene another meeting.

Carter's sexual escapades lead him to a nightclub entertainer (Noemie Lenoir) who turns out to be a key witness in this case. Lee wrestles literally and metaphorically with boyhood pal Kenji (Hiroyuki Sanada), now a Triad hit man.

Though the movie's a shade shorter than the first two, it feels longer. Even the comic taxicab driver (Yvan Attal), who says he hates gun-toting Americans but enthusiastically joins in the shooting, seems an afterthought.v By the way, the violent climax (where everyone acts irrationally) takes place in the Jules Verne Restaurant, midway up the Eiffel Tower - which happens to be the place Tom Cruise proposed to Katie Holmes. This could be Ratner's way of subtly mocking Scientology, but we'll have to wait for some future graduate's thesis to find out.

 

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credit roger ebert/chicago sun times
like this movie about as much as it's possible to like a movie with a two-star rating. Given its materials, it couldn't have been much better, but it's every bit as good as it is, if you see what I mean. Once you realize it's only going to be so good, you settle back and enjoy that modest degree of goodness, which is at least not badness, and besides, if you're watching "Rush Hour 3," you obviously didn't have anything better to do, anyway.

The filmmakers didn't, either, I guess. It has been six years since "Rush Hour 2," and unless you believe that director Brett Ratner and his stars, Chris Tucker and Jackie Chan, spent all that time turning down offers for a sequel, it seems fairly likely that this is a case of returning once more with a bucket before the well runs dry. Tucker is again Carter, the motormouth LAPD cop who's always in trouble, and Chan is again Lee, the ace Hong Kong cop called in to partner with him. This is, you realize, a formula. A friend of mine (I think it is me) calls these Wunza Movies. You know, wunza L.A. cop and wunza cop from China, and neither wunza guy you want to mess with.

Curious how Carter is always being hauled in from a punishment gig like traffic detail and being assigned to super-important cases that will require him to investigate backstage at the Folies Bergere in Paris, etc. This time, one of Lee's old pals, Ambassador Han, has been shot in an assassination attempt in L.A., probably by a Chinese Triad gang, who are getting to be as handy as the Mafia for movie plots. Lee, in town as the ambassador's bodyguard, runs after the shooter in one of those impossible Jackie Chan chase scenes; it used to be we were amazed by his stunts, but these days I find myself even more amazed that he can still run that far.

Lee partners with his old friend Carter, and they go to the hospital to question the ambassador's beautiful daughter Soo Yung (Zhang Jingchu). This produces the movie's funniest line, by Carter: "Let's go to the gift shop and get a little teddy bear." Soo Yung had possession of an envelope with key evidence her father was going to use in testimony before the World Court. The envelope is, of course, this movie's MacGuffin, and was stolen from Soo Yung at her karate academy.

The cops go there and have a battle with the world's tallest man (Sun Ming Ming). I think he's the same man who got married recently and was about twice as tall as his bride. Or maybe he's another tall guy -- naw, it has to be the same guy. Yao Ming, the basketball player, is only 7 feet, 6 inches, and Sun Ming Ming is 7 feet, 9 inches. A guy that tall, on his wedding night he could be making love and solving a Rubik's Cube at the same time. When Jackie Chan engages him in kung fu, he has to call on some of his wall-climbing skills.

Anyway, the chase leads to Paris, where the fragrant Genevieve (Noemie Lenoir) appears. Her function in the film, apart from certain plot details is -- to appear, which she does to great effect. And soon Carter is backstage at the Folies Bergere, and all the time we know, just know, that the Eiffel Tower is in the background of so many shots for a reason.

Yes, there is a pursuit up and down the tower, with Jackie Chan doing the usual impossible things, although at 53, he doesn't do all of his own stunts. What difference does it make? In these days of special effects, who can tell, anyway? For years, I suspected that the only reason Jackie did the stunts himself was to provide footage for the shots during the closing credits, showing him waving cheerfully as he was taken to the hospital.

All of these events take place efficiently, and I was amused, even by a dialogue sequence involving a "Mr. Yu" and a "Mr. Mee," in which "he's Mee and I'm Yu," and who's on first? If you are trapped in a rainstorm in front of a theater playing this picture, by all means go right in. You won't have a bad time, will feel affectionate toward Lee and Carter, and stay dry.

 

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From City Beat
Rush Hour 3

An attempted assassination on the life of the Chinese ambassador (Tzi Ma) by Triad gangsters reteams Chief Inspector Lee (Jackie Chan) and Detective James Carter (Chris Tucker), leading them to Paris where they rumble through the usual buddy antics and farfetched chase scenes before finally wrapping it all up in a nice, neat, high-octane, high-concept, high-wire set piece. Along the way there’s a mysterious supermodel named Genevieve (Noémie Lenoir), a deadly femme fatale (Youki Kudoh), a riotously funny cabbie (Yvan Attal), a pair of wasted cameos from Max von Sydow and Roman Polanski, and a Japanese assassin named Kenji (Hiroyuki Sanada) with whom Jackie has some kind of childhood history.

Mercifully, this is the last of the summer’s half-dozen lackluster threquels, a sadly uninspired follow-up that really never finds its third gear. It’s as though everyone’s just going through the motions and collecting a paycheck on the belief that simply pairing Chan and Tucker on screen is enough to put the film on autopilot. Unfortunately, it’s not. That the plot is riddled with contrivance isn’t the problem – the plot itself is a contrivance, cooked up to fill the gaps between whatever action sequences and buddy banter the filmmakers felt obliged to include. That Attal – a serious actor and filmmaker in France – ends up stealing scenes from both Chan and Tucker speaks volumes about the level of enthusiasm the stars have brought to this effort. The only silver lining here may be the long overdue unmasking of director Brett Ratner’s glaring lack of talent – though, if history is any guide, even that may be too much to hope for. (Wade Major) (Citywide)

 

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Variety
Watchers who warned that a six-year gap between installments would cost the “Rush Hour” franchise some energy — especially from Jackie Chan, now in his early 50s — aren’t entirely off the mark. But the latest picture to feature one of the movies’ oddest crime-fighting tandems nevertheless stays true to the franchise formula of East-West fusion action, broad cultural comedy and international intrigue, this time largely in Paris. August rollout is like money in the bank for New Line, which will milk this likely final installment for maximum revenues down the ancillary stream.
Though late summer timing is just right for the franchise, "Rush Hour 3" opens just a week after "The Bourne Ultimatum," and while auds may take some relief in the bouncy comic rapport between Chan and Chris Tucker, they're bound to find the action mild if not downright tame by comparison. The action bar has been raised to exceptional heights -- higher than even the great Chan can leap across.

It may take younger viewers awhile to figure out the background plot in the new pic, since screenwriter Jeff Nathanson (who also wrote the superior "Rush Hour 2") revives characters from the first "Rush Hour": Chinese Ambassador Han (Tzi Ma) and his now-20-year-old daughter Soo Yung (now played by Zhang Jingchu, from "Peacock" and "Seven Swords"). Han is shot by an assassin in Los Angeles just as he's ready to blow the cover on a secret triad conspiracy before the World Criminal Court.

Carter (Tucker) has been demoted by the LAPD to mere traffic cop, a job he executeswith his usual soul-hipster musical-comedy flair. As bodyguard to Han, Lee chases the assassin across downtown Los Angeles freeway ramps and bridges (where Chan has a few minutes for impressive stunt work that doesn't involve hand-to-hand or foot-to-foot combat), only to discover the culprit is Kenji (the busy Hiroyuki Sanada), his long-lost companion and "brother" from their childhood orphanage. Emotionally unable to shoot Kenji, Lee lets him get away.

This sets up a potentially more interesting personal conflict for Lee than in "Rush Hour 2," in which his character had to confront his father's ex-partner and murderer. It's not to be, however: The Lee-Kenji battle never goes beyond the emotional level of a stare-off.

Carter and Lee hunt down an envelope with key info on the triad conspiracy. Until recently, the evidence had been under Soo Yung's care at her kung fu studio in Chinatown (where the guys have a hilarious run-in with a giant dude played wordlessly by Sun Ming Ming, who makes Yao Ming look like a runt). Triad henchmen now have the envelope, but with a little bit of (witty) torture, the duo determine the truth lies with Genevieve (the exotic Noemie Lenoir), the star attraction at an underground Paris nitery.

The old black-Asian cultural parries between Lee and Carter have been retired; now in Paris, it's Americans vs. the French --hence characters like stuck-up taxi driver George (Yves Attal), who's so Americanized he dons a Lakers cap and thinks he's an international spy. Shift is a bit of a stretch, but the Gallic friction is made more amusing by Roman Polanski (making a terrific uncredited cameo as Paris' sadistic police chief) and the wonderful Julie Depardieu as George's highly skeptical wife.

Also involved in all this is World Criminal Court topper Reynard (Max Von Sydow), who may or may not be the upholder of global justice his title suggests. By the time Kenji phones Lee for a final confab at the Eiffel Tower, two things will be obvious to attentive viewers: Pic is following the always-compact "Rush Hour" formula, down to wrapping things up in less than 90 minutes' playing time; and Chan has far fewer stunt set pieces here than in any previous film in which he's starred.

Jumps, thrusts and falls across and down the Eiffel are quite impressive, despite a few visible CGI effects, and the capper stunt involving a giant French flag is just goofy enough. Still, the pic ends rather flatly; the previous adrenaline rush just isn't there anymore.

As if to compensate for an understandable diminution of physical prowess and martial artistry, Chan moves more aggressively into purely comic territory, offering a preview of his second career as a comedy star. By contrast, Tucker's shtick is starting to feel long in the tooth, and the thesp feels increasingly like a second fiddle. Sanada, always a strong presence, has an underwritten role that cheats the pic of several juicy action and psychodrama possibilities. Lenoir and Attal uphold their Gallic pride, while Von Sydow plays the role Hollywood has regularly tagged to this supremely great actor: The Elegant European.

Helmer Ratner knows the "Rush Hour" routine by heart, and production values, even with several new contributors to the franchise (including solid lenser J. Michael Muro), maintain the franchise's sharp, shiny look.

 

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Electric New Paper
The skinny: Chief Inspector Lee (Jackie Chan) and LAPD Detective James Carter (Chris Tucker) reluctantly work together again when their friend Ambassador Han is almost assassinated and his adult daughter Soo Yung (Zhang Jingchu) abducted.


Chris Tucker and Jackie Chan reprise their roles as mismatched policemen, this time chasing an international crime gang all the way to Paris.
Clues lead the mismatched partners to Paris where they have to deal with an international crime syndicate.

The review: Sometimes, it pays to rush out a sequel.

Coming six years after No 2 and a whole decade after No 1, it's painfully obvious that the filmmakers of RushHour 3 waited too long before this belated instalment.

There will certainly be no rush on our part to catch yet another buddy-cop action comedy because No3 is not the franchise's finest hour.

The extended downtime has robbed it of some of its freshness, energy and momentum, making the final product feel rather forced.

Instead of going bigger and badder, No 3 rehashes the same formula, merely transplanting the duo to France without milking the fish-out-of-water scenarios.

And now that Lee and Carter have progressed from strangers to friends to brothers, the once-engaging culture-clash premise also gets pretty old - literally.

Although a talented physical comedian with flair and youthful vigour, Jackie is already in his 50s, and it shows. The Hong Kong legend doesn't exactly perform the same kind of jaw-dropping martial arts stunt choreography we usually expect.

Tucker manages to squeeze some laughs from his faux bravado and squeaky voice, but his one-note schtick is a little tired.

Chop-socky Jackie and chop-talky Tucker continue to share comic rapport, but they also seem to be phoning it in for the reported huge payout.

Luckily, director Brett Ratner, who helmed the previous two Rush Hour movies, distracts us with window dressing (stunning French model Noemie Lenoir as a femme fatale, and lovely China starlet Jingchu as the damsel-in-distress), memorable slapstick gags and well-constructed action sequences.

Actually, the plot is so incidental that the movie seems to exist to showcase Lee and Carter's wacky adventures.

Especially hilarious is the opening scene in which Carter causes car crashes at a busy Los Angeles intersection while singing and grooving to his iPod - as well as the whole sequence set in Soo Yung's Chinatown gongfu studio, where our heroes have a run-in with basketball giant Sun Ming Ming.

Stay for the out-takes too, featuring Jackie's boo-boos about dirty movies, horses and seafood - they're funnier than the scripted punchlines.

At least Rush Hour 3 has the good sense to kick off with an exhilarating foot chase across downtown Los Angeles and end with a bang - the acrobatic finale atop the Eiffel Tower is ingeniously crafted and gloriously shot for a last-minute adrenaline rush.

The one scene that justifies the ticket price: When a French-speaking nun is brought in as a translator for Lee and Carter as they torture and interrogate a criminal henchman.

The one scene that will eject you from your seat: Any involving the French cab driver (Yvan Attal) who unconvincingly morphs from being vocally anti-American to being a closet Hollywood spy wannabe.

Best quote: 'You're Asian, stop humiliating yourself!' - Carter to a Chinese Triad henchman who speaks only French.

Moral of the story: Everyone needs a partner to watch his back.