The Hollywood Reporter by John DeFore
A good-natured cross-cultural romp in which you can barely be expected to take any human interaction seriously, save for those in which humans smack up against each other with force.
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Director
Stanley Tong
Cast
Jackie Chan,
Aarif Rahman,
Zhang Yixing,
Miya Muqi,
Sonu Sood,
Disha Patani
Genre
Action,
Adventure,
Comedy,
Mystery
Chinese archeology professor Jack teams up with Indian professor Ashmita and their assistant Kyra to locate a lost treasure. They journey around the world, from China to India to Dubai, to find it, with each step complicating the voyage even further.
The Hollywood Reporter by John DeFore
A good-natured cross-cultural romp in which you can barely be expected to take any human interaction seriously, save for those in which humans smack up against each other with force.
Village Voice by Abbey Bender
Kung Fu Yoga is a proudly silly cultural melting pot in which kung fu and Bollywood meet amicably.
Variety by Maggie Lee
As the leading man, Chan keeps the ball rolling with an assortment of neat acrobatic tricks and martial arts sparring, but his days of life-risking physical exertion is over.
Los Angeles Times by Michael Rechtshaffen
By the time it all culminates in a Chan-led classic Bollywood production number, the cuteness factor may have been pushed to its limit, but good luck trying to stop that goofy smile from spreading across your face.
The A.V. Club by Ignatiy Vishnevetsky
The absence of necessity or consistency has its appeal; it guarantees that the movie stays unpredictable even as it pilfers shamelessly, piling cliché upon cliché, but rarely in a way that makes a lick of sense.
Screen Daily by Sarah Ward
An amiable, average-at-best caper-like quest remains just that, even with recognisable talent, and even more so when its combination of elements is clearly stretched.
The New York Times by Andy Webster
A lively closing dance sequence, after an earnest, underwhelming climax, pays affectionate tribute to Bollywood production numbers. But you won’t find Mr. Chan’s customary bloopers over the closing credits.
Boston Globe by Tom Russo
The movie’s best bits come when Tong’s script eases up on banter and clunky Indy homages and instead simply indulges in random zaniness.
Screen International by Sarah Ward
An amiable, average-at-best caper-like quest remains just that, even with recognisable talent, and even more so when its combination of elements is clearly stretched.
RogerEbert.com by Simon Abrams
Kung Fu Yoga doesn't feel like a young man's film. Normally that would be a cause for celebration, but in this case, Chan's latest doesn't just address, but rather shows his age.
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