Baaghi 3

[A] much-too stretched saga, despite all the hustle-bustle...

Bronzed and shirtless, Tiger Shroff can outrun helicopters, tanks, men. What he can't outrun is the mediocrity of this film.

Tiger Shroff does have broad shoulders. But they aren't broad enough to enhance the weight of a film as unashamedly flimsy as Baaghi 3.

Tiger Shroff's show all the way. He slices and dices through the opposition with the finesse of a ballet dancer. He seriously needs better scripts sometimes soon to do better justice to his enormous talent...

Unless you want to tear your hair out in frustration at the cinemas, duck this crazy cinematic missile. It's a misfire from the word go.

There are ample acrobatics on display, slo-mo shots, deafening explosions and lethal punches in Baaghi 3. But none of it can rise beyond a weak script that doesn't go for the kill.

Tiger Shroff does what he is best at - gravity-defying action. It is a pity the rest of this film can't keep pace with him.

If "nuance" were the last word left on Earth, you could not apply it to Baaghi 3.

Ronnie might just slide in through my window and hit me senseless. Or worse, he might hit me with Baaghi 4.

Every other actor tries to overcompensate by mugging furiously, but none of them leaves a trace. Apart from a couple of lavishly mounted action scenes, Baaghi 3 has little going for it...