The only time I had a good laugh was watching his expressions fly as he sportingly shook a leg in the film’s big Bollywood-style dance number. Kung Fu Yoga is a disappointment for Jackie Chan fans. The actor deserves better, and so do we. I’m going with one-and-a-half out of five.

The only aspect I took home from the film was the fairly engaging hyena sequence. And for a lot of tepid Kung Fu, there was barely any Yoga. As an entertainer, this is presumably strictly for Chan fans, and may work on the very novelty it offers to audiences worldwide – its mediocre Indian slant.

Apart from the funny use of cobras that was unnecessary plus the political statement made by Asmita during her introduction to Jack, KUNG FU YOGA takes the audience for a ride. Sonu Sood’s palace where he pets Lions and Hyenas is said to be in Rajasthan but actually it seems to be shot in Dubai.

If you are fan of martial arts/Kung fu or to simply put it – Jackie Chan, then there’s absolutely no reason why you shouldn’t watch this. Sonu Sood fans, there’s a welcoming surprise for you. Disha Patani and Amyra Dastur are looking absolutely gorgeous. There, you have another reason to watch Kung Fu Yoga.

Kung Fu Yoga could have been a fun mash-up of Chinese martial arts and Indian acrobatics. But for that it would have needed a script, which seems to have been misplaced, and some decent performances. Chan shows some sparkle with his swift movements and appealing shyness in the presence of Patani, who delivers lines like she’s reading a speech.

Worn down by shabby aesthetics and absurd mumbo jumbo, Kung Fu Yoga assaults both senses and soul. Not a combination you want to try. 

If you are going to pay to watch this film, I beseech you to stay on for the last song. It’ll send you off smiling. Jackie Chan is great. Not just as the bumbling, fighting professor, but also as the Bollywood hip-shaking hero. Sonu Sood seemed as misplaced and wasted as the Indian beauties in their dupatta-less ghaghra-cholis.

Jackie Chan and Sonu Sood’s promotions of this film was way better than anything that the movie has to offer.

While Kung Fu Yoga is an out and out Jackie Chan film, as one would expect, it does feature memorable performances from Sonu Sood, who is also the movie’s distributor for India, and the lovely Disha Patani who is a sight for the sore eyes. Chan, Sood and Patani are of course well supported by the others.  Kung Fu Yoga is nowhere near the best of Jackie Chan. But then we all know that the grandmaster is well past his prime. Be that as it may, Chan still has a few surprises left up his sleeve.

Kung Fu Yoga is one wild wacky goofy adventure saga . It isn’t fodder for the intellect. But it sure as hell  is a lot of fun.

It’s not a film that you must watch but if you do, you’ll definitely enjoy it. It’s a must watch only if you’re a Jackie Chan fan.

Kung Fu Yoga is remotely entertaining for a theater watch.

The fast-paced plotting, and typically silly action-comedy sight gags ensure that the 103-minute running time breezes by, but there is little here that hasn’t been seen before, or that Chan hasn’t done better.

Imagine yourself in the place of the lion. If you don’t find your innards in a knot by the end of the film, your head will certainly be in a spin. You won’t, for sure, be breaking into dance.

It’s all a bit cheesy, but there’s some pleasure to be had from Chan’s comic antics and adventures. The scenes in which the blustering professor tries to woo and impress Ashmita is pure comic gold and his martial arts sparring with treasure hunter Jones, played by Aarif Lee Rahman, is thoroughly entertaining. The young Rahman provides a good foil to Chan’s act.

It is not easy to write and direct rubbish, and get an intelligent audience to laugh. As someone who refuses to brush aside David Dhawan and Rohit Shetty’s work, I can vouch for the fact Kung Fu Yoga is a pile of nothing.

This is the sort of desi exotica—starring snake charmers, and the great Indian rope trick—that you would imagine featuring in a film with the Brit James Bond, or the American Indiana Jones, back in the ’80s/’90s. Except, this is a joint Indo-Chinese production.

So, if you have an uncontrollable desire to watch Jackie Chan — or, for some reason, Sonu Sood — we’d still recommend Shanghai Noon or Dabangg, because this attempt to put the two together is just not worth 102 minutes of your life.

If you’re going for the Kung Fu, chances are you’ll end up in a meditative state instead.