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.

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

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 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.

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

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.

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

Kung Fu Yoga is remotely entertaining for a theater watch.

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.

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.

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.

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.