Nothing dates faster than trendy, and it's no surprise that flamboyant gay cop Pharaoh Love (A Queer Kind of Love, 1994, etc.) has become almost as much a museum piece as the starry casts of Baxt's Hollywood historicals. This time, Pharaoh starts out working undercover, conscientiously enough, to get inside a Chinatown alien-smuggling ring but ends up--in the woolly, anything-for-a-laugh second half--rounding up the usual all-Asian suspects in search of Chinese godfather Kao Lee's ledger of kidnap victims, all while the bad guys get winnowed by a poison-firing umbrella. Neat, huh? With a detective worthy of The Mod Squad, a murder weapon right out of James Bond, and repartee that could have come from What's Up, Tiger Lily?, Baxt's shaggy tale makes the present look like a collection of '60s relics.