With “Action Jackson”, Bollywood’s masala entertainer just got uglier and louder, and, if past audience reactions are anything to go by, is well on its way to box office glory.

‘Action Jackson’ is a loud, inane offering that mixes over-the-top action with crass comedy in a way that is unlikely to pass muster even with the movie-going constituency that it is primarily targeted at.

Despite all its technical merits, the one most prominent feature of Action Jackson is its incoherence. Most of the film just doesn’t make any sense. There are patches of brilliance. But none of that can save this goulash conceived from inconsistency and indecision. Prabhudheva is capable of much better.

Nothing quite prepares you for Prabhudeva’s ‘Action Jackson’. Not even the peculiar title that attempts to glorify Bollywood’s love for heroes who can fight like Superman, and dance like Michael Jackson. Nor Ajay Devgn’s ‘Kill Bill’ moves, or his fondness to repeat a single dialogue, without any warning or provocation.
What can I say, it’s just one of those movies that need to be left unwatched.

Do yourself and those around you a favour: watch Action Jackson only if you have a free ticket or want to punish yourself. Perhaps if this film doesn’t make an obscene amount of money, Prabhudheva will be forced to respect his audience a little.

Action Jackson is for the masses more than the classes. It will prove to be an average fare at the box-office in only some circuits as it will score in single-screen cinemas and with the masses more than in the multiplexes and with the gentry audience. But in the rest of the circuits, reaching the average mark will be an uphill task. Considering that it has entailed an investment of around Rs. 100 crore (to make, promote and release), recovery of the same seems an improbability in spite of fabulous recovery from the sale of satellite rights.

This movie will test your patience …If you want to have fun time with your friends, where you bashing a film is all you wan to do. Watch it. Otherwise skip ‘The Criminal Baby’.

This chop suey of Chinese action films, Tarantino aesthetic, south Indian histrionics, 1980s’ chauvinism, overused background score, Devgn machismo garnished with Prabhudheva’s overstylized direction, is enough to give one a splitting headache.

When it seems somebody is drawing sadistic pleasure when a woman is punched in the face, one doubts the sensibility of the filmmaker.

Even those who whistled for his Rowdy Rathore would find this hard to swallow.

Action Jackson kills the audience too just like he kills all those people in the film with his sword. So please give this movie a miss in big screen unless you are newly wedded couple (wink wink) or an insomniac.