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?

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.