‘A Flying Jatt’ is the story of an unlikely superhero. He is awkward and goofy. He is afraid of heights, uses his powers to woo his lady love, is bullied by his mother and is chased by dogs. He is a reluctant superhero. The film had all the ingredients to be a great superhero film with a twist from Bollywood. The idea was great but the execution falls flat. Weak screenplay, poor VFX, tacky fight scenes and corny dialogues results in a disappointing film. There is too much preaching and too many religious sentiments involved that ultimately the fun is out of the window. Tiger and Amrita are good in their performances but the rest of cast isn’t much effective. Remo D’Souza’s direction is decent but all the other flaws in the film overshadow it. It simply isn’t the superhero film we expected and surely not we are used to. 

A Flying Jatt begins on a good note, picks up the pace, throws some light-hearted moments, and then faces the curse of the second half. It drags its feet from becoming the smart film just when it’s needed and goes for the all-explaining commentary. Shroff is agile and earnest too. His love for acrobatics serves the purpose but a religious overdose dampens the spirit. Superheroes need to rise on their own after a while. His comic skills are at work and this may go down well with kids who’re in search of someone to replace Krrish as their favourite Indian superhero. Or, is it still Shaktiman? Amrita Singh is loud yet funny. Gaurav Pandey as her second son adds substantially to the family drama. What’s a Remo film without groovy numbers and trendy dancing! There, ‘Beat pe booty’ and the title track may interest you. Without the spoon-feeding, it would have become a much more entertaining film.

It is (not?) a surprise that Tiger Shroff is three films old now, and still, he is not a decent actor. Every feeling he emotes and every word he says lacks, for lack of a better word, dignity. His contemporaries like Varun Dhawan, Sidharth Malhotra or Sushant Singh Rajput have showed a flair for dramatic acting right from their first film. But all the young Shroff scion can do is fight well, dance well, and the best of all, smile really well. This smile of Shroff's is the backbone of his charming, affable, goofy and well, harmless on-screen self, which in his new film A Flying Jatt, has been put to great use by director Remo D'Souza. A Flying Jatt has some great gags peppered throughout the film. However, the film is also exceptionally and embarrassingly unoriginal at places. It is very difficult to wrap one's mind around such stupidity. In a world where Hollywood films are so accessible 24x7 on television and the internet, did Remo think he could get away with these. A Flying Jatt is meant for kids. If grown-ups don't mind doing the fabled "leave the brain outside the home and enjoy" routine before stepping into the theatre, they will not mind A Flying Jatt.

It is very hard to fathom the purpose of this aimless flight. If the idea behind A Flying Jatt is to unveil a new money-spinning franchise, we don't know about the money bit but it would be a moviegoer's worst nightmare comes true. Poorly mounted, abysmally acted and dreadfully tedious, A Flying Jatt, directed and co-written by choreographer Remo D'Souza, flies on empty. A Flying Jatt is so whimsically infantile in its conception of a homegrown Superman-like crime-buster that it never gains any height. Even for those that are suckers for superhero actioners, the film lacks the punch required to pass muster. Elsewhere in A Flying Jatt, the thwarted and frustrated entrepreneur demands to know from his hatchet man where he should funnel the effluents that his factory produces. "Where," he thunders, "do I dump my waste?" Not here please, Mr. D'Souza.