Here's what the critics are saying about Freaky Ali, starring Nawazuddin Siddiqui, Amy Jackson, Arbaaz Khan, Jas Arora and Asif Basra.
Ali (Nawaz) is a goonda-mawaali who does bad things for a boss named Danger Bhai with his partner-in-crime Arbaaz Khan. He also sells underwear. He can also hit sixes off every ball. He can also put the ball in whichever hole he feels like with a golf club. Ali is that awesome. And just by being himself, i.e a Bollywood hero, he obviously gets Amy Jackson, whose only role in the film is to clap for Ali. In fact, Freaky Ali would have been perfect material for a young Govinda when he was delivering No.1s after No.1s in the '90s. He has played such characters before; where a street-smart bum suddenly becomes rich and famous, all because of his wit. Read the complete review here.
Freaky Ali opens with Siddiqui’s now legendary ‘chaddi-chaddi’ as we see him trying his best to sell underwears on the street. For the next 30 minutes, we kept wondering what made Siddiqui sign the film. From a very Amitabh-Bachchan-from-the 70’s-style introduction (a short monologue in front of God. *Yawn*) to being the neighbourhood cricket star and claiming to be the fighter against destiny - the film moves in a cliched, rushed manner that gets on the nerves and fails to establish the numerous characters that keep entering the frame. Read the complete review here.
Shown to be nifty with the big cricketing shots, one day Ali accidentally discovers a talent for golf - or 'gulf' as the unschooled folks in this film pronounce it. On his very first day on the course, he also falls instantly in love with Megha (Amy Jackson) and gets insulted by the classist, arrogant reigning golf champion (Jas Arora) who challenges the "poor" man to prove his mettle in the "rich" man's sport. In sports movies, usually training sequences are amusing and elevating while the final tournament is emotional and tense. In Sohail Khan's comic-drama, both these opportunities are lost. Read the complete review here.
The Indian Express
This apparent randomness wouldn’t have been such a deterrent if the plot had some meat to it because Nawaz is quite capable of carrying a film on his own. But within a few minutes, we know that it is a David-Goliath clash between a ‘sadak-chaap’ fellow and a suited-booted character. The novelty of it being played out on a golf course dissipates in a few rounds, and it becomes the usual ‘tamasha’ between goons and good ‘uns, and haves and have-nots, its good-natured daftness drowning in silliness. Read the complete review here.