The best thing about A Flying Jatt is the fumbling Jatt played by Tiger Shroff. Wicked industrialist Malhotra ( Kay Kay) wants Amans familys lands, which hold a sacred tree, for his polluting industries. Amans mother, Mrs. Dhillon ( Amrita) , ferociously opposes Malhotra - but Aman quakes before him, intimidated by most things on earth, including his own martial arts students.
Can Aman ever stand up to Malhotra and his huge henchman Raka ( Nathan) - and can he fight his own fears?
Tiger does a neat job as Aman, shivering superhero who fights crime but also buys do kilo lauki on the way home. Tigers evolution, from a kind but confused kid on the block, to a focused and fierce fighter, comes across well as do the films light moments, including Aman as Sunny Leone. Amrita Singh, literally playing a Tiger Mom, displays feisty panache, berating her son for having dole-shole, no jigra, delivering wisdom with slaps and guzzling drinks galore. The banter between her, Tiger and Amans fun-loving brother Rohit ( Gaurav) is fresh good fun.
Sadly, as Amans love interest Kriti, Jacqueline adds little zing to this party - her role consists of grinning incessantly and delivering mystifying dialogues ( I like karate - its like, so, hah! ) in an accent that reminds you - with longing - of Katrina Kaif. Kay Kay is much too leashed - despite his ability, Malhotras malevolence simply doesnt ooze through. As Raka, who literally enjoys toxic power, Nathan Jones growls, grunts and grins in a manic sort of way. These dont make him scary - just cartoonish.
And there lies the trouble with A Flying Jatt - the full, stark shebang of a superhero versus super-dark powers never comes through. The villains remain cardboard cut-outs and the clash grows predictable. These thrills dont chill. On the upside, for children, A Flying Jatt provides clean entertainment - with its innocence, it evokes more Haathi Mere Saathi and less cool-cat Krrish. The film takes off only because of its simplicity - a flying jatt whos afraid of heights,