MSG: The Messenger of God Movie Reviews

Watch it to see how Singh tries to put down social evils like farmer suicides, prostitution, AIDS and the ever-increasing drug problem. You could also watch it for Singh Ji, and the supporting actors Fllora Saini and Jayshree Soni, who turn in convincing performances.

Fans of Guruji couldn’t have asked for more. They will laugh with him and others will enjoy in their own way as they laugh at him!

…a film that can be watched once… purely for the dynamics and the histrionics of the endearing Gurmeet Ram Rahim Singh Ji Insan, whose onscreen antics seem to make the onscreen antics of Rajnikanth look like a child’s play!

While the followers of the spiritual leader (Sant Gurmeet Ram Rahim Singh Ji Insan) are bound to lap it up, for the rest, MSG is one of those elongated deceptive late night TV infomercials, you watch purely for guilty pleasure.

Love him or hate him but you just can’t ignore him. Sant Gurmeet’s antics in the film are so bad that they are actually impossible to miss. Watch it only if you think you can survive it. Not in a good way, but the film offers a good dosage of laughter all throughout.

MSG is not a movie as much as it is a vehicle of propaganda for Gurmeet Ram Rahim Singh. Watch it if you’ve been planning to break up with someone, but don’t want to be the one to initiate it. This will give your significant other the perfect reason to initiate the break up.

MSG:Messenger of God that finally made its way to the screens after much controversy opens with a disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and no claim is made of an individual possessing any miraculous power. The film however, is not an extension of the thought; for every frame is crafted carefully to make the actor, also the co-director, singer, composer and designer among other things, look like the saviour of the universe. He can fly a bike in a film that’s not Dhoom, and treat the sick without medical aids. In fact, unlike actual insaans who rely on the doctor’s word, Sant Ram Rahim Singh Insaan assures him that he’ll wing it, while he asks the doctor to prepare the patient’s discharge papers.

You guys will not feel bad for missing this film in the big screen, only for those audience (ardent fans) who doesn’t care about the logic and would just want to have a hearty laugh (not necessarily in that order) shall watch it!

Let’s keep aside the censor board controversy behind MSG. Let’s keep aside the unsubtle self promotion of Sant Gurmeet Ram Rahim Singh Ji Insan. MSG Messenger of God is finally in theaters – so is it worth the hype?The answer is a resounding, deafening, back flipping, motorcycle riding, dove tossing, fireworks exploding, lion roaring, Deol screaming yes.The problem with most desi films is that they’re neither genuinely good, or bad enough to be entertaining. We get a Dunno Y... Na Jaane Kyun or a One Two Three every now and then, but these gems too few and far in between. Step aside and make room for MSG – it’s the granddaddy of them all, the Nazar Suraksha Kawach of these gems. It is not just a film, but also a crash course on so-bad-it’s-good filmmaking and a thesis on guilty pleasure entertainment.

MSG: The Messenger Movie Review: 0/5 Stars. What’s Good: The unintentional humour that reeks through every scene ...

MSG The Messenger is a feature-length advertisement you’d be best advised to forego…

Thank your stars if you manage to survive this ordeal with all your faculties in one piece. But why would you take the risk in the first place?

The ‘film’ is excruciatingly awful only for non-believers…

I did try hard to look for that charm and charisma that his ‘five-crore’ followers see in him. Fortunately or unfortunately, I couldn’t see anything beyond the shenanigans and the ‘herogiri’ and of course, the overwhelming megalomania.

You can laugh with the movie, and more so at the movie. It’s a win win. I reckon the censor board wanted to ban the movie for being too awesome. There is literally no better way to spend your valentines day than taking your date to watch the Love Charger.

I have watched MSG –The Messenger, and survived.And if the average small town moviegoer or multiplex elite are going to take someone like Sant Gurmeet Ram Rahim Singhji Insaan seriously, they deserve all the fraud and disappointment that comes their way.

Arrange processions, food banks, blood donation drives, but it is foolhardy to infiltrate an art form beyond one’s capabilities. Perhaps it’s time to stop gracing these vain projects with endearments like ‘epic’, ‘so-bad-its-good’ and ‘cult’, and reclaim the audiovisual medium for what it is: Canvas for Storytelling. Or be prepared for many more propaganda biopics masquerading as movies—terminal blows in the ongoing roast of the Silver Screen.

It might still work for the devotees of Singh, but the rest can go by his advice, “Never Ever”.Bottomline: Nothing more than a tacky promotional feature for a spiritual organisation.

No miracle can equal the one that this film represents.Having sat open-mouthed through MSG I can hardly wait for the further adventures of Guruji.

End of the day, this is a commercial Hindi film. It’s as masala as it can be. Complete with half a dozen songs that are shot like kitschy and corny music videos. You have A-grade visuals, top notch make-up, a bevy of bad actors playing bad guys and Guruji eradicating evil with consummate ease. It all seems like a surreal Sunny Deol movie with a very obvious religious hangover. There’s so much glitz, action and high drama in a movie about men having godlike ability. That’s replete with the supernatural skill of being able to produce incandescent beam of light from your hands. The kind we usually associated with the deities. If all that doesn’t entertain you, then so help you God.

If you want to give yourself a hearty laugh, go watch this film. Take in the glitter flashed by Ram Rahim Singh’s colourful clothes and sing along with him as he gives hilarious performances on Roobaroo nights. Most importantly, go watch this film to realise how fear of God can influence people. I laughed initially but now I sit back, wondering on whether we can truly ever understand the meaning of God.

The film leaves your body, and you’re free again. Now that just felt like a magic potion, my friend. Maybe it was. I feel blessed. Thank you Papaji. Looking forward to MSG 2. Your bhakt; forever.