The movie is at best mediocre, and is a waste of Nawaz and Tiger’s talent. Nidhhi on the other hand, shouldn’t have been in the movie at all. Though her character was central to the conflict, we still wish she didn’t show up. Tiger’s dancing needs no review as you all already know it’s flawless. Tiger needs to see what we see! That he has skills other than dancing and action. The actor needs screen time to showcase his acting talent, but the director keeps bombarding him with fight and dance sequences. Nidhhi Agerwal’s debut might not give her stardom she would have expected. Her dancing skills, which we couldn’t really place, were overshadowed by Tiger’s bang-up moves, and her figure, which we agree was pretty good, was deemed mediocre in front of Tiger’s chiseled frame. And as we come down to acting, Nawaz’s presence, but obviously, undermined everyone else’s.

Like typical Bollywood kids, this one too grows up to become Munna (Tiger Shroff), a super dancer, in one song. His antics and need for money takes him to Delhi where he begins teaching dance steps to Mahinder Fauji (Nawazuddin Siddiqui), a land shark and a closet dancer. Their fine-tuned romance goes for a toss the moment Dolly (Nidhhi Agerwal) enters the frame. Oh, we never saw that coming! Just joking. Now, it’s finally a film where everybody would look disinterested and jump on a chance to break into a song. Why? Because this is what Bollywood does. Khan’s vision of making Nawazudin Siddiqui acrobats doesn’t help either. You can easily figure out the body doubles. Even if you don’t, background dancers make sure you do. Their close ups are so over the top that you would wander whether they all decided together to look in a certain way? t may sound like a conspiracy theory, but her striking similarity with Kriti Sanon might have prompted Sabbir Khan to cast her. Sanon was the heroine of Khan’s earlier film Heropanti. Her debut isn’t impressive, but you can’t signal her out. Everyone, with special mention of Pankaj Tripathi, is equally out of touch in Munna Michael. MJ should live forever, MJ should live forever, but this isn’t the right tribute to the moonwalking King Of Pop. This forgettable 138-minute film can be better described as this one-liner somebody whispered in the dark right before the end credits: Ye sab alag hi zone me hain (They’re in a different zone).

Much of the humour comes from Nawazuddin's attempts to become polished enough for Nidhhi. From trying to match steps with Tiger to faltering with English pick-up lines, it is the "42 and running" Nawazuddin who lifts up the film to some extent but there is only so much he can do in this snoozefest. One wishes the director hadn't used a body double for the more complex dance steps that Nawazuddin does. It would have made at least something in the film look believable. "Main hoon, bas yahaan main hoon," one of the songs in Munna Michael goes. There is no better description for the film's treatment of Tiger Shroff. Perhaps, Munna Michael was made solely to showcase the actor's already-famous dancing skills. There are random action scenes thrown in, but those sequences appear dance-like, with pirouette kicks and breathtaking backflips. Nidhhi does not have much to do, except swivel her hips. Sadly, she is no match for Tiger in the dancing department. Director Sabbir Khan teams up with his lucky mascot Tiger, and tries every formula that made Heropanti and Baaghi work at the box office. But the third time around, we're not so impressed. Munna Michael might make Tiger Shroff's fans happy, but for the rest, this week's other releases, Dunkirk and Lipstick Under My Burkha, are more worthy of your time.

This Tiger Shroff, Nidhhi Agerwal, Nawazuddin Siddiqui-starrer is a whole dance-action genre has nothing great about it. When we think this is going to be a film about a hoodlum such as Mahinder (Nawazuddin) wanting to learn to move like Michael Jackson, to win over a girl he loves, we smile thinking MJ would approve. But, we forget, sitting next to Mahinder at all times is the shaven-chested, curly-blonde-hair-spouting, shirtless and hat-clad Tiger Shroff a.k.a Munna Michael – a hero as Bollywood likes them. Munna will dance, Munna will fight, Munna will dance and fight together, Munna will love his father wholeheartedly, Munna will serve Mahinder unquestioningly, Munna will win over the local beauty, and Munna will win all the dance competitions he enters, across cities. Whatever the story is. Yes, Nawazuddin Siddiqui, we get you. It pays to be fair in Bollywood. And yes, Karan Johar, we hear you too. Nepotism rocks.

With Tiger around, filmmakers normally do not bother finding a script. Instead they just coast along joining the dots of a routine story with neatly-choreographed songs and fights at regular intervals. You can almost record screen proceedings with your stopwatch because after every 15 minutes, there is a--song, fight, song, fight and some more blah. You can only tell that this is a different film only because he mouths a different dialogue here. It goes, "Munna jhagda nahi karta, munna sirf pithta hai." Debutant Nidhhi, who is the bone of contention here, is overconfident and underwhelming by turn. She wears a neat shape on her but then again, it is Tiger’s chiseled frame that draws more whistles than the newbie’s. Nawaz continues to be a revelation in each film. Here he adds a new dimension to his terribly mean, horribly funny routine, making you chuckle. Well, if you’re in the mood to get rid of the monsoon blues with the foot-tapping ding dang, ding dang ditty, you should get introduced to Munna Michael; he’s not making breaking any new ground, but his moves are certainly infectious.