The computer generated images of the animals like; the bull, the elephants, pythons and water buffaloes are a tad tacky. This along with the gaudy graphics, flashy effects and verbal assurances, I am sure would sway the gullible audiences. Overall this is a highly avoidable film.

The film opens with a disclaimer in English which says that it is a piece of fiction and that the lead character doesn’t have miraculous powers. It should have been in Hindi and Gurumukhi as well, for most of the followers of the self-styled guru are proficient in these languages. It might still work for the devotees of Singh, but the rest can go by his advice, “Never Ever”.

This is a movie meant for those who already believe that the protagonist, who is also the real-life spiritual leader of the Dera Sacha Sauda sect, is God incarnate. If it hoped to convert others into believing so, it does a very bad job of it. In the movie, the pot-bellied, hirsute hero who wears the most psychedelic clothes known to mankind can turn bullets into a crown, swords into rose petals, produce electricity from the palm of his hand; and while doing all this, gambol in meadows with bunnies as women dance in the background. Rajnikanth can take a back seat.

No point in reviewing something which is clearly intended to be a video of self propagation. We walked out of the theatre at interval. No, not just because of the assault on our senses, but also because of the stifling atmosphere that was created around us in the theatre.

Whether you’re watching this film for entertainment or for religious purposes, it has something for you. The trailers are honest about what the film has to offer, and if you go in with the right expectations, you won’t be disappointed.

If you don’t know what to do by now, then let me spell it out for you- do NOT waste your time in this movie. Even if you are dared or are promised a huge sum of money. Just don’t. It WILL be your worst nightmare. Okay let me put it this way; even if it’s a matter of life and death, choose the latter.

I walked out of MSG – Messenger of God because to consider it worthy of being reviewed offended my sensibilities. Not because I’m Bengali (our sensibilities are notoriously delicate and sophisticated) but because I have a functioning brain and I know the difference between cinema and propaganda.

The second installment of MSG–The Messenger is now running in theatres, and here’s a warning in public interest: You’ll be blown away by the supernatural powers of Gurmeet Ram Rahim Singh Ji Insaan. That is, only if you’re a die-hard fan.

MSG 2 is a bizarre experience, and while definitely one that would make me want to ask Rediff.com for a raise, it’s mercifully an hour shorter than the unending first release and may also prove to be a daftly enjoyable release for those partaking in the substances Mr Insan is so vehemently opposed to. (Or is he?)

Fashioned as a garish potboiler, the film has people romancing over local madira and flaunting posh aviators in tacky clothes over laughable loud songs. This time around, there is so much more to guffaw over besides his curly body hair.