It would be a spoiler to define the genre of the film as it would give away much of the plot. And the thrills you take away from the film are directly proportional to how wild your imagination is. But following this watch, and if you’re the kind to sleep with one eye open, ensure you grip your pillow tight, especially when you exit light.

The film deserves a watch for being one that doesn’t try too hard and for its approach to an extreme situation. Sure, there’s a lot of sobbing, resentment and much of ‘what if’ and ‘I should have’. But there’s also reasoning, acceptance and the ability to envision a life beyond the catastrophic event.

A problem with this film is that it won’t agree well with ardent Azhar fans, given the slips in factual accuracy. And his detractors would argue against his engineered victim image in the film. So the point is, who does that leave Azhar with?

While this could’ve been a breezy indie mood film that travels to a few festivals, it may face a serious challenge as a commercial release in India. The problem with it is simple — not much happens. And what does, happens at a lethargic pace, which can be unnerving.

The issue with this film is not that it packs in too many issues. It’s just that it has too many of its own.

When you sign up for a Sunny Leone film, there are expectations of a certain kind. For such a single-minded audience, Sunny delivers with foamy swipes across her body in slow-mo and openmouthed moans. But those hopeful for more, shouldn’t be. As the title suggests, this isn’t a story of free love, rather freelance lovemaking. And while extra-marital affairs have become jaded in films, milked largely by the Bhatts, this one targets a proposition close to the Indian male fantasy — having one with Sunny Leone.

Organ donation is a noble cause that this film picks up to endorse. But the superficial focus on the humanitarian act only draws attention away from it.

Director Sabbir Khan should be credited for framing the well-conceptualised action scenes. But for the rest, writer Sanjeev Dutta left him with very little to play with. The songs in the film are great — only for your mid-film washroom visits. Almost 140 minutes long, Baaghi can get insufferable to a point that you hope the lead pair actually succumbs to the blows and we can all go home. But they don’t.

Director Ashwiny Iyer Tiwari deserves credit for transforming a very average story with a predictable moral into a film that leaves you feeling snug and content.

Capitalising on the iconic Sikh characters that caustic columnist and writer Khushwant Singh celebrated in his joke books, this is a cinematic blot that debunks that famous detergent slogan ‘daag ache hain’.