A pair of off-duty commandos go up against dozens of robbers in Nikhil Nagesh Bhat’s Hindi-language film.

Aspiring emergency room doctors may want to check out Kill, a film that truly lives up to its name.

As with most films of this type, the set-up is simple and quick. Army commando Amrit (Lakshya) and his best friend and fellow soldier Viresh (Abhishek Chauhan) board an overnight train to New Delhi in the hope of preventing the arranged marriage of Tulika (Tanya Maniktala), whose wealthy businessman father (Harsh Chhaya) considers Amrit too low in class to be a suitable husband for his daughter.

But much like the gang led by Alan Rickman in Die Hard, they didn’t foresee the presence of the highly trained fighters Amrit and Viresh, who quickly swoop into action. (Indeed, the single-named Lakshya is introduced via the sort of dramatic close-up that used to be afforded the likes of Bruce Willis and Sylvester Stallone).

What ensues is a non-stop series of brutally violent confrontations, in which dazzling martial arts moves are accompanied by a wide variety of weapons including knives, machetes and, in one particularly gruesome episode, a fire extinguisher that bludgeons a man’s face into something resembling a cherry pie left out in the sun. Let’s just say that what happens on the train makes the zombie-ridden Train to Busan look like a Disneyland ride.   

But it isn’t until the chief bad guy commits a particularly heinous and, for Amrit, very personal act of brutality that he truly goes to town on the robbers, who strangely all seem related to one another. This occurs roughly 45 minutes into the film, and it’s only then that the title is emblazoned on the screen, despite the fact that plenty of killing has already gone on. That bad guy, Fani (a charismatic Raghav Juyal, whose extensive experience as a dancer serves him well here considering the rigorous physical paces), takes particular relish in his brutality, to an almost comical degree. “Look, happy days are here again!” he announces at one point, sounding like he’s seen too many old American movies.

Another problem is that the two heroes endure enough stab wounds and other forms of vicious assault on their bodies to kill a dozen men, but somehow continue to fight on as if they were Rock ‘Em Sock ‘Em Robots. Of course, it’s highly unlikely that the bloodthirsty target audience will care about such minor points.