Baaghi 4 Review

Imagine walking into a big-ticket action film and being greeted by… tears. Fifteen minutes in, Ronny is still crying, and the movie is still building “sadness.” Except it’s not sadness, it’s boredom. The camera clings to Tiger Shroff’s face as if the director made a rule: no frame without Tiger. The emotion doesn’t land, the modulation isn’t there, and instead of building tension, the film just drags you into a swamp of melodrama. You don’t root for the hero. You just want him to stop crying so the film can begin.

Characters Written to Fail

Then comes Sonam Bajwa’s entry, and you realise Baaghi 4 isn’t just confused; it’s outright clueless. She’s stunning in real life, but here she’s introduced in a way so ridiculous you almost laugh out loud. Her character doesn’t know whether she’s tragic, romantic, or comic relief, and the result is a mess that makes her look foolish instead of impactful.

Shreyas Talpade, a genuinely talented actor, is forced into such an irritating role that you start hating him within half an hour. Harnaaz Sandhu is given fake importance without any weight in the story. People around her act like she’s central, but she’s paper-thin. Sanjay Dutt, meanwhile, plays a villain so cartoonish that it’s impossible to take him seriously. His role is bloody stupid, a character written without menace or purpose. And poor Saurabh Sachdeva, one of those actors who can lift even weak material, is once again pushed into a thankless sidekick role. Every character either annoys you or exits the screen before you can even care.

Action With No Pulse

You’d think at least the fights would save the day, right? Wrong. The action is pointless. Fights break out randomly, without context or emotion, like someone suddenly remembered, “Oh wait, this is supposed to be an action movie!” Violence for the sake of violence has no thrill. Instead of adrenaline, you’re left numb.

What’s worse is the film’s desperate attempt to copy Animal. It borrows the style of hyper-violence but strips away the intensity, leaving only hollow imitation. Ronny fights because the script orders him to, not because the story demands it. That’s not action. It’s noise packaged as spectacle.

A Collapsing Story

By the time you reach halftime, you’re not just disappointed — you’re drained. The story is so weak it wouldn’t survive even as a scribble on paper. Characters walk in and out like extras at a wedding. Songs appear at random, and none of them is stirring a single emotion. Comedy is shoved in like an afterthought, and romance is stuck onto the action like a cheap sticker. It’s as if the film forgot what genre it belonged to and decided to try everything badly.

The makers clearly had money to burn. Fake theatre bookings across India were reportedly used to push the illusion of “crazy demand.” That’s the level of desperation on display. Instead of focusing on writing or meaningful storytelling, money has been poured into marketing and lifeless spectacle.

The Final Blow

Baaghi 4 is exhausting. It proves how commercial Bollywood cinema can go wrong when everything is thrown in without a shred of coherence. It’s a film that insults its actors, wastes its resources, and tests the audience’s patience.

And yet, in one way, the franchise has been consistent. Every new Baaghi film manages to be worse than the one before. With this entry, the series stays loyal to itself by delivering another hollow and joyless disaster.