The Fantastic Four India Box Office Report: ₹21.79 Cr in 4 Days, Drops on Monday
Friday (Day 1): ₹5.5 crore
Saturday (Day 2): ₹7.35 crore
Sunday (Day 3): ₹7.25 crore
Monday (Day 4): ₹1.66 crore
Total India Collection (4 Days): ₹21.79 crore (approx.)
The big drop on Monday suggests that the film may struggle to hold audience interest during the week.
Competition in India
The film is facing tough competition:
'Saiyaara' (Ahaan Panday, Aneet Padda) is still going strong with over ₹250 crore already collected.
'Mahavatar Narsimha', an animated mythological movie, had a ₹20 crore opening weekend.
These movies are pulling audiences away from The Fantastic Four in India.
International Collection
Globally, the film is doing very well:
North America: $118 million
International markets: $100 million
Worldwide total (opening): $218 million
This makes it the 4th biggest global opening of 2025, after A Minecraft Movie, Lilo & Stitch, and Superman.
The film's global success is clear, but in India, its future depends on weekday collections and how well it can compete with strong local hits.
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