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.

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.

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.

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”.