Another formulaic Bollywood extravaganza, starring ageing heartthrob Salman Khan, who indubitably is starting to scarily resemble a Jeff Koons inflatable sculpture; he’s “Devi/Devil” a buffed boy, with idiot savant skills but crippled with a huge affliction of ADD, leaping from one escapade to another, searching for a thrill, “kick” to perpetually inject Masala into his life; karma intervenes in the curvaceous form of “Dr. Shaina” (Jacqueline Fernandez), a psychiatrist wearing overwhelming glasses (why is intelligence equated with poor eyesight?) who unfortunately is felled emotionally by Devi’s blatant, nauseous wooing. For the next two plus hours Devi switches personas; in the devilish role of an uncatchable thief, the film is fun; thumping, aerobic dance numbers highlight the agility of the two super stars; Spiderman effects, copious tears, soapy transitions add tepid energy to a scenario that fearfully might lead to “Kick 2”.
Mr. Khan, at forty-eight, has never married; he would be better served by advertising for a “homely” wife, and move into more substantive roles.