The ApunKaChoice movie review of Salman Khan’s actioner Kick. Everyone needs a kick once in a while, and by that I don’t mean the one between the legs. It’s the adrenaline kick, the thrill of flirting with danger that makes daredevils of men like our hero Devi Lal Singh (Salman Khan), a human being good at heart, strong in body and wacked-out in the head.
The protagonist of director Sajid Nadiadwala’s directorial debut Kick is a superhero minus the cape. He’s a genius who’s done odd things like civil engineering, doctorates, and pioneered new technologies at the cutting edge of science. Yet he goes about doing things like helping lovers facing parental opposition elope to get married while at the same time dodging the swords of a dozen hulky goons out to foil his plans.
This man is an enigma. Dil mein aata hai, samazh mein nahin. Everything he does in life is for a kick, the kind explained above. He’s a tanker when it comes to drinking, perhaps surpassed only by his equally wacked-out father (Mithun Chakraborty). He can speak many languages. He’s as romantic as reckless. He can jump from skyscrapers and hold his breath underwater. He’s always underfoot when needed, and always elusive when he chooses to. He’s Devi Lal aka Devil aka the superhero of Kick aka Salman Khan aka the SUPERSTAR whose stardom is anointed, showcased, paraded repeatedly throughout the 146 minutes of the running time of the film.
Story: Adrenaline junkie Devi Lal’s recklessness in seeking a kick out of everything ruins his love story with the pretty psychiatrist Shaina (Jacqueline Fernandez). A year later, in Poland, she’s set to marry a top cop Himashu Tyagi (Randeep Hooda) who’s looking for a super thief Devil. Little do they know that the Devi Lal that Shaina is trying to forget is the same man as the Devil that Himashu is itching to catch!
For Salman Khan fans (read worshipers), the movie is loaded with kicks to give them the butt-elevation to rise up from the seat, wolf-whistle, throw up some loose change, and -- in some cases -- mimic that ‘Jumme Ki Raat’ dance move with waving arms and waddling feet (minus the skirt hem in their mouths). Anti-riot squads may have to be called in at the single screen theatres swarming with Bhai bhakts. But for those who hold talent over stardom, it’s Nawazuddin Sidiqqui who steals the thunder from under the devil’s nose.
Salman Khan is a star Nawazuddin can never be, but converse can be said of their talents. As the slimy, weasly, lunatic nephew of a corrupt neta, Nawazuddin is the scene stealer in the second half.
Jacqueline Fernandez plays a psychiatrist so pretty that one such in real life would make one wanna go loony. There’s more to her Shaina than the bespectacled, lovelorn shrink. A few drinks down, she can let her hair hang loose, take off her coat and show some kickass dance moves to get claps even from the Devil himself.
Speaking of the Devil, Salman Khan does what he’s best at. His Devi Lal is one masked swashbuckler like Zorro with the horse swapped for a bike. He dances, romances, beats up the bad guys, but whether he wins his ladylove in the end is not shown and is shocking forgotten by the director Sajid Nadiadwala.
Randeep Hooda holds his place opposite Salman Khan well without trying anything spectacular. He plays putty in the director’s hands and happily slithers into the second fiddle slot without scruples.
Kick is packed with action, fun, romance and songs that any Salman fan digs. Yet it falls short of giving something spectacular that passes for a real kick for viewers. The cinematography of DoP Ayananka Bose dips in the second half, and some visuals look like they are from a TV serial rather than a film. The action by Annal Arasu isn’t anything to rave about if one has seen the Bang Bang teaser.
In a nutshell, only Salman Khan fans can get a Kick out of this flick.