Movie Review: Baaghi 3 Review

Movie Review: Baaghi 3 Review

Baaghi 3 Review

  2.5/5

3 hrs  | Thriller, Roman | 2020-03-06

CAST

Tiger Shroff, Shraddha Kapoor, Riteish Deshmukh, Vijay Varma, Jackie Shroff, Jaideep Ahlawat

Director - Ahmed Khan
Producer - Sajid Nadiadwala
Music - Tanishk Bagchi, Rochak Kohli, Bappi Lahiri, Sachet–Parampara, Julius Packiam, Vishal–Shekhar

Baaghi 3 may be a senseless beast of a movie that solely exists to rupture the screen in images of broken, blasting, blaring men or machines flying mid-air and movie, feels Sukanya Verma.

When Tiger Shroff says he’s never got an honest review in his life, it seems like a career goal he’s determined to take care of and works ardently to travel one better in Baaghi 3.

If Baaghi and Baaghi 2 took astonishing strides in absurdity and embodied Bollywood’s enthusiasm for peddling trash as entertainment, Baaghi 3 hits the lowest of the birdbrained franchise through its course of two and a half hours of reason defying, mind-numbing, soul-destroying free-for-all.

Choreographer-turned-director Ahmed Khan returns to helm Baaghi 3, a ghastly remake of the Tamil hit, Vettai whose producer Sajid Nadiadwala is additionally credited for its ‘story adaptation.’ That’s never too promising when your previous writing credits include Housefull, Housefull 2 and Kick.

True to its over-the-top trailer, Baaghi 3 may be a senseless beast of a movie that solely exists to rupture the screen in images of broken, blasting, blaring men or machines flying mid-air and movie.

Nothing is what it seems during this farce that neglects the essential details while passing off Serbia as Syria, Jaipur as Agra and Turkish tea as kahwa.

Ahmed Khan could have a minimum of bothered to see what a Syrian cop’s uniform seems like.

Instead, all the homework is completed by Tiger Shroff’s super nimble thighs.

The camera makes bound to highlight their flexibility from every nook and corner.

No doubt he can fly, leap, swoop, somersault, dive from any height, any position, any angle and still his foot will unfailingly land bang into the opponent’s face. Yet ask the person to emote and every one those million rippling muscles vanish into nothingness.

Though he’s named Ronnie within the movie, he could alright be Shazam (or Candyman for that matter) -- all one has got to do yell out his name and his Popeye muscles begin of nowhere and beat the person into pulp.

The guy usually doing all the bellowing is big brother Vikram (Riteish Deshmukh), a scaredy-cat policeman in perennial need of rescue for reasons unexplained. Unless you would like to read between the lines -- Policewala apne liye goonda kyun nahi rakh sakta?

Baaghi 3 is an ode to mollycoddling.

Every single scene is colored in idiocy.

Like Ronnie’s dad whips him with a belt for shielding his brother from bullies only to extract a promise of saving Vikram from bullies on his death bed.

Meanwhile, Ronnie sits home doing nothing waiting to proxy for his spineless bade bhaiya, who has absolutely no qualms hogging all the credit.

Compared to Tiger’s bromance around Hrithik Roshan in War, Baaghi 3’s cosseting brotherhood is a huge close-up.

The effectiveness of Vikram’s scream and Ronnie’s reach is actually tested when the twain land in Syria and directly into the guts of an ISIS-ish terrorist organization.

A great many helicopters collide while Tiger runs amok and wreak havoc into the region until it resembles a cloud of shoddy VFX-aided dust and Diwali.

In its scheme of all-you-can-consume-hogwash, it’s best if you are doing not wonder how a daily slacker became so adept at using bombs and machine guns, a la Rambo -- as long as even the latter had some experience as a war veteran?

Or how Shraddha Kapoor miraculously acquires a tan as soon she steps foot in Syria?

Or her pran jaaye par fashion na jaaye commitment?

Or why every second character speaks with some strange speech issue?

The head of the Syrian militant terror organization boasts about his 44 languages knowhow while Shraddha Kapoor’s character blathers ‘maa ke looteron, baap ki beep’ in her annoyingly innuendo heavy dialogues.

It’s the type of excruciatingly bad performance that deserves an on-the-spot Razzie.

Riteish Deshmukh comes an in-depth second for his inability in making the sissy cop even the slightest bit interesting.

More unsettling is to observe good actors reduced to crazy stock characters like Vijay Varma playing a Pakistani thug, who speaks during a Hyderabadi accent and Jaideep Ahlawat because the proverbial goonda developing a golden heart within the middle of a landmine.

Jackie Shroff’s daddy and Disha Patani’s dancer are tossed certain cheap thrills during a manner one can only expect from a movie whose idea of humour is Gumrah karke Bumrah ki tarah ball phenk raha hai.

What i actually laughed loud at is gun-toting Syrian police running around like puppets and taking orders from Tiger and Shraddha while they single-handedly take down global terrorism.

Leave your brain's reception did someone say? I did!

But Tiger travels to Syria and beyond sense to clobber everything in view.





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