Baaghi 4 returns the Bollywood franchise that manufactured sex appeal with a disregard for storytelling, as absurdly entertaining as yet. With Tiger Shroff flipping around in mid-air and fighting everything from helicopters to logic, the film promises another plotless spectacle, with fans reeling off his waxed bod and sparring skills, but the same old drill of being prepared for two hours of nonsensical actions glued together by over-the-top music by film critics. This essay humorously scrutinizes the Baaghi series in terms of its absurdities and its position within Bollywood’s action genre.