#(we all gained some trauma from this boss battle it was dope)

[cmdonovann]

man. ive had this art in my drafts since like three dnd games ago (so, like, two months? lmao) and have been putting off finishing it because NOTHING i could draw could possibly express how fucked up this fight made me feel. immense shouts out to my DM for a) understanding my taste in symbolism and themes, and b) letting raz literally kill himself with no consequences

[baaghireturns]

Baaghi 2 Review: What A Circus!

'There's zero feeling and rationale in anything about Baaghi 2,' says Sukanya Verma.

There's an solidity in his hyper-muscular teeth-gnashing, jumping-to-pound fervour. But the celebrity looks so keen to recreate Sylverster Stallone's system gun-blasting imagery, a good deal of it features in Baaghi two 's bang and boom climax already. Having survived the first Baaghi, I sort of understood what is coming.

Shroff does seem to have grown-up.  He seems to have acquired a personality and a loyal fan following among the youthful audiences.  His body appears to have gained more muscles, bronze and elasticity.  There are ways in which his shirt is torn as he goes about being Rambo-like, destroying the enemy.  Buff is gone by him for the scenes but dunks to the bathtub completely dressed, shoes included.  The masala mayhem is choreographed as the song-n-dance and he is athletic and agile in both.  However, there is still a lot of catching up to do on chops.  The face stays though the affectations -- pouts, moist-eyed and dreamy look -- have reduced considerably.

To the army respect is shown in these days of frenzy; cops can be awful, armymen can't.  So our young soldier, even in the midst of the mayhem he unleashes in the police station respects the tricolour and the cop's hat--he will not let them fall on the floor, will catch them mid-air when they're being flung around, together with individual bodies.

Disha Patni is indeed insipid, I can't decide what I'm feeling is exasperation or amazement. Instead of writing a conventional review, I decided to share some ideas while viewing this movie that was supremely 21, I penned down. Tiger Shroff is.  Just four decades and still waiting. Too bad there's no option for fast-forward.

The hero gets his standard flashback that is romantic.  (Although why he's fooling about as a pupil from KJo school of thought instead of already enlisted in NDA defeats me)

Later, the villain gets a flashback; a flashback is got by the villain's consort.  All I need are my 144 minutes back.

Tiger's allure burns the display and tramples scepticism in favour of a good time.  Frustrating the way that it never goes past the promise of potential.

1 cop is punched in the face, a couple of teeth fly off, but return just in time for the next scene. Tiger ShowOff! Throw into a eyes-above-muddy river instant from Apocalypse Now and King Kong-style music cue and jealousy, what have you got? Again the hero, from the virtue of being hero, gets flashbacks. Army man Tiger flies straight to Goa carrying this lightweight luggage, but the amount of clothes he changes into in a matter of days is stupefying.

There is zero logic and emotion in anything about Baaghi 2.

At the risk of it being a spoiler I need to point out the departure the movie makes from Hindi films of yore.  When the hero has managed to wipe out the villain and his cronies normally in our films that the cops come in late.  Here cops are present throughout, it's the military that arrives in the fag end, only to inform the hero that"the war is over".  Is the movie, thankfully. Manoj Bajpayee and Randeep Hooda are celebrities that are smart.  Not because they've done some great work in Baaghi two .  However, because they realise how small that this baloney requires. We shall not flog an horse no telling you how bad Jacqueline Fernandez's oversexualised but plastic version of'Ek do teen' is.  At the opposite end of the feminine presence in the film is the tender and coy heroine Neha (Disha Patni) who assertively says,"I carry pepper spray","I despise stalking" but voluntarily gives into the boy who has been relentlessly chasing her.

Whenever there's a sale 16, note to self: Buy one of these rucksack thingies.

His bare body is pummelled like some bug-infested mattress.  Yet not 1 scratch appears on that sculpted torso. There's another shade of reddish on forehead and Disha's face, its place varies as per the mood of make-up man.

And Manoj Bajpayee can hide his smugness over being remunerated off biscuits for polishing and saying lines such as'Get the machines.'

A bowl of gruel could have given a much better feeling of suffering than that which Disha does in this picture.

The Baaghi franchise -- there's a third one in the works -- is about ex-boyfriends coming into their woman's rescue until it culminates at a tooth-and-nail final battle.

Another personality --a righteous Muslim representation called Usman (who speaks about how his community is as much about kurbaani as biryani) describes his wife as the"Russian cutlet' who cooks and rears his kids.  Then there is the fauji hero Ronny (Tiger Shroff) who comes to the civilian world on depart from nationalistic duties to assist Neha, also his ex-sweetheart, figure her out daughter.  When one of those cops makes a pass at her, the entire police station turns in Goa down.  Though a number of these audiences may get thrilled at how Ronny breaks the teeth of their sleazy cop (all in close-up), I had been wondering at the film patronising women on the one hand while talking about rescuing their izzat on the opposite.   Then there are some jokes Kute and Kale-- that the cop that was invisible named Bosco, who retains yelling at the drop of a hat.  From the title of a story you are served several strung scenes, which, in their inanity, can get quite amusing occasionally together but largely bore you to death.  There are a number of throwaways that are easy.  The moment you find a character wearing all white, you know he is all inside.  A whole lot of actors are made to perform odd characters with Manoj Bajpayee, Randeep Hooda and Prateik Babbar gamely acting out.

Taking into consideration the trauma her personality is currently undergoing, her do not -like-my-photo-on-Aadhaar-card degree of intensity barely cuts it. An individual could show up only for the final 20 minutes of their Baaghi films and still not miss anything. The very best thing I could say about Baaghi 2 is that it does have its moments of'so bad it's good' gratification in Prateik Babbar's hammy dope head, the babyish wailing of a constable assisting Hooda and Tiger's bizarre boss, the man could put caricatures to shame with his'The war is over' solemnity. Continuity continues to be a sore spot for bruises and fictional injuries.

How about a few ikat or even phulkari next time?

Forget vain Tiger's commando is, I can't stop marvelling at how much of a person's wardrobe a rucksack can take. By the way how many Rambos is Tiger Shroff?  There is already an official movie at the pipeline. If this dexterity that is much can be delivered by a guy imagine what he can accomplish under script that is capable and a genuine manager? The hippy, higher cop of hooda bears an uncanny similarity to actor Amole Gupte and manager.  Like he cares in the event you notice he doesn't look.

Unless the nonsense that precedes it under the pretext of incentive retains any attention to you. Baaghi two , choreographer turned director Ahmed Khan's junky remake of the Telugu hit Kshanam is not any different.

Right from'Why on earth is Disha's father so opposed to her match with Tiger's to'that has got to be the strangest reason for kidnapping ever,' Baaghi two 's laughable twists and slyness are sloppy and forced.  Just like that completely needless early sequence inspired by the true incident of an army officer linking a Kashmiri neighborhood on jeep.