Tulveer Chouhan

From the very first scene, the movie shouts: “Forget logic and story, we have Tiger Shroff doing cartwheels in slow motion!” And trust me, they use slow motion a LOT. If they had shown everything at normal speed, this 3-hour headache could’ve finished in 45 minutes. But no, they dragged it like a never-ending government lunch break. The acting also stands out—but not in a good way. It’s not just overacting, it’s outer acting, like the actors are performing for aliens on Pluto. Emotional scenes feel like bad TikTok auditions, and angry lines sound like WWE wrestlers after eating stale samosas. Then comes the action, where science goes missing. Cars fly, bikes spin, and villains are punched straight into another galaxy. Watching it feels more like a comedy skit—but the problem is, it’s not meant to be funny. And of course, Bollywood disasters always come with random songs. In the middle of a fight, out pops a remix track that has nothing to do with the film (was there even a story?). It feels like they just remembered they had to promote an album and stuffed it in, like an uninvited wedding guest. As for the story—calling it a “story” is an insult. It’s just clichés stuck together with bad dialogues. You can guess the whole plot within ten minutes, but sadly, the real thing is even worse than your guess. By the end, you don’t feel entertained—you feel regret. Why did I waste money? Why did I waste time? Why does Bollywood think loud fights and six-pack shots equal good cinema? In short, Baaghi 4 is not just a bad movie—it’s a punishment. It should come with a health warning: “Watching this film may cause brain damage, nonstop eye-rolling, and permanent hatred of slow-motion flips.”