Usually, for sequels, I don't go back and read the reviews I wrote of the earlier instalments. But, this time, I couldn't resist the temptation because the fourth edition felt way too much like more-of-the-same. I had to double-check if I was remembering correctly. Baaghi 4 surpasses the other three in being incoherent even though it might be slightly less problematic.

This film's idea of creativity is its protagonist lighting cigarettes and human bodies with live electric wires.

For instance, the plot just goes from bad to worse and even worse scene after scene after scene. The absurdity goes so out of hand that I laughed out loud when I should have been crying at the tragic state of the writing.

Sure, the women have slightly more agency here. Not nearly enough, though, to give Baaghi 4 points for making at least some women characters have shape that goes beyond their bodies' forms.

Then there is the '80s-'90s brand of pointless comic relief. Unless the point of the entire film was to somehow go past the 2.5-hour mark. And it would be believable if it were that. Even the fight sequences in this action film feel like they are "extra". They are also half-hearted because the editing and sound leaves the gore to your imagination rather than going all out and showing it on screen. There's nothing else that can explain the ridiculous placement of songs in the narrative.

Then again, nothing explains so many other weird things happening in the film. And can we really, truly expect a sober explanation? After all, this film's idea of creativity is its protagonist lighting cigarettes and human bodies with live electric wires.

If that were not enough, the actors feel like they were in different rooms when the scene was shot and sewn together using some artificial technology. While Tiger Shroff has been able to emote better than in his previous films, the story and his arc are so lacklustre that he can't be expected to carry that burden.

Yes, that is despite the generally interesting opening premise of the film. The build-up is so long, so flat and at the same time so full of gas that you lose interest in knowing what is going on with this vulnerable man! Even if the brain's involuntary response to almost every event in the film is, "What the #3!! is going on!?" Then you have Harnaaz Sandhu putting up a show that you want to admire, but it is so weird in the context of the film that you want to shut your eyes. The rest of the crew is loud, over-the-top, intolerable, cringe-inducing…all at once.

The absurdity goes so out of hand that I laughed out loud when I should have been crying at the tragic state of the writing.

And the last (or first) weird thing, of course, like all the films in this series, is that this film too has no reason to call itself Baaghi. Who's rebelling? Against what?

- meeta, a part of the audience