Mihir Fadnavis's piece on Krrish 3 for Firstpost, yet I am not at all surprised it exists.
And it's great.
I am not a reliable source for details of the story of Aditya 369, but I do know that an impish child gets himself locked in a museum (A MUSEUM!!!! I would love the movie just for being the museum-iest Indian film I've seen yet, and it is evocative of my professional experience in the US and of my observations of museums in India) overnight after a school trip and witnesses the theft of a diamond, which is for some reason important to Amrish Puri. The boy is saved by our hero, and our hero's girlfriend's father is a scientist with a time machine out back, and girlfriend just happens to be boy's cousin (or similar), and then people go in the time machine, and it accidentally goes off, and they go to Ye Olde Times (1526) and find out stuff about the diamond after our otherwise pointless heroine has an angry danceoff* with princess Silk Smitha, and then whooooooa!
This might be the kind of movie I'd enjoy less if actual understanding forced me to try to reconcile its probably loony plot, but ignorance is bliss. The hero is of that wave that to me reads as blancmange sweater uncle with no appeal whatsoever, but the internet informs me that this spawn of N. T. Rama Rao was indeed the shizz at the time this film was made. * shrug * The heroine is similarly bland and has much less to do, and she cannot even muster up enough oomph to win that danceoff, which frankly is kind of embarrassing. The kid is slightly obnoxious—he'd get thrown out of my museum for such behavior—but not whiny or cutesy. Large swathes of Love Story 2050 and Action Replayyyyyy have fled my memory, but there are particular elements of Aditya 369 that feel familiar, like the look and general demeanor of the avuncular scientist and the shape of the time machine. The only real flaw I can find is that there is far too little of Amrish Puri cackling and stomping around in knee breeches and thus no real sense of what menace he poses. It's all very good-natured, if perhaps not particularly exciting. To demand more of a film than giant gold thrones, plastic gems, time travel, and theft of cultural heritage seems like hubris.
Truly, you must see for yourself in this annotated slide show.
* I beg you to click here if you have not seen the Saturday Night Live skit of Matt Damon re-enacting the Justin Timberlake/Britney Spears angry danceoff of 2002.