Trying – it must be said – a little too hard. When it’s not being monotonous, it’s trying to be funny. In fact, this snoozefest masquerading as a film is an exercise in tedium.

Sure, not all stories are inherently engaging, but it’s a filmmaker’s job to make them watchable and interesting: by skillfully varying the tone, by structuring it smartly, by popping up surprises. Now combine the two and you get – no surprises here – Kung Fu Yoga.Ĭentered on a Chinese archaeologist, Jack (Chan), who is trying to locate a lost treasure in India, Kung Fu Yoga’s story is so formulaic and predictable that you feel bad for anyone trying to make money out of this movie. Now, Yoga: India, Indians, exotica? Bang on. In fact, so little thought has gone behind this film that it can be deconstructed just by its title.įirst, Kung Fu – what images come to mind (think quickly, think without nuance): China, martial arts, Jackie Chan? Good. Right from its first few scenes, where everyone in China is talking in English (really?), Kung Fu Yoga is a series of misfires, wearing inauthenticity on its sleeves like a badge of honour. Because this 102-minute film is anything – a litany of lame jokes, a case against sleeping pills, a testament to human stupidity – but entertainment it is not. The latest Jackie Chan-starrer, Kung Fu Yoga, an action comedy, like most movies, begins with a customary disclaimer whose first line reads, “This film is produced for entertainment.” That is the film’s first joke.

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