Cast: Salman Khan, Jacqueline Fernandes, Randeep Hooda, Nawazudin Siddiqui, Mithun Chakraborty
Director: Sajid Nadiadwala
IE Rating: **
What this lovely word means is 'unbearable', though it cant come remotely close to the tedium that the original describes. Salman Khan's leading lady says it to him. About him. Yes, gasp, addressing the one and the only Sallu Bhai, who appears in his latest In and As avatar in Kick.
We duly crack a smile. Look, look, Bhai is sending himself up. Hes letting his heroine crack a good one at his expense. Because he knows that he is anything but. And that hes just waiting for her to finish the scene and leave, to get into his 'Dabangg mode, for the hall will burst into hoots and claps and whistles.
Thats what a viewing of Kick comes down to. I found it more or less jhelable when Salman is not taking himself seriously, blowing a cherry at us. When the film starts getting him close to his noble Being Human image, it becomes a yawn. Salman kickin it is fine, but tearin up Nahiiiiiin.
The plot, as befits a Salman Khan spectacle, is completely and delightfully cuckoo. Devi Lal Singh (Khan) is a guy who wanders about searching for kicks. His father (Chakraborty) eggs him on in his pursuit. Devi runs into the sexy Shaina (Fernandes), but before anything can happen , hes off and away. Its time for Devis alter-ego, Devil, to show up, and be chased by a cop (Hooda), and a crook (Siddiqui) here and there and everywhere.
Never mind these niceties. We know that a Salman film is created solely to display his popular quirks and his one-liners and his andaaz, all of which are designed to send his fans into a swoon. Simple. When the the story dares to fling such complex phrases as retrograde amnesia and conservative management at us, we fling them right back as we wait for Salman to slam it.
What makes Kick interesting, apart from some unfettered Salman moments, is Siddiqui in full flow. His villainy is very Bollywood, with a trademark evil laugh, but self-aware and vivid at the same time: there are scenes he steals from everyone, including, sacrilege, from the Khan, even though the latter gets to throw away one of the most famous lines in movie history, with a wink : you talking to me
Everything else is as it should be. Fernandez is made to play a psychiatrist just so Bhai can call her Psycho. Ha ha. We know she is a doctor because she wears thick framed-spectacles, which she chucks to a side to execute a perfect eye-popping shimmy shake. Hooda is watchable, as he almost always is, but he needed better scenes. The rest of the cast just does its jobof bringing up the rear.
Because the front end is dominated by Salman the Khan. Devi or Devil, same difference.