MSG-the messenger review - Page 6

Planning to watch #Roy? Watch #MSG twice instead! #freeadvice

So is #MSG seriously better than #Roy? If yes then what a joke :)

As a film imagine #MSG is better than #Roy..

#QuickReview MSG > Roy

Originally posted by: _Rohit_

good luck to BABA GURMEET RAM RAHIM SINGH INSAAN JI ...

Originally posted by: blue-ice

oh damn...that wasn't for talking to u😆...it was because I was joking about Dilliwale log😆...and she is from Delhi I guess😆

Rating: 0/5 Stars (Zero stars)

Star Cast: Gurmeet Ram Rahim Singh Ji Insan, Fllora Saini, Daniel Kaleb, Jayshree Soni, Olexandra Semen, Gaurav Gera, Jay Singh Rajpoot

Director: Gurmeet Ram Rahim Singh Ji Insan

What's Good: The unintentional humour that reeks through every scene is the only thing that'll keep you pinned to your seats, if anything. These hilarious moments which will occur time and again during the more-than-3-hour-long tirade will make your jaws drop in astonishment. The movie needed a big help from its visual effects team, and they have done their best to bring it to a watchable level.

What's Bad: It wasn't enough that the makers went ahead and decided to shoot the film with a script that can be described in a few lines. No, they had to garnish it with extremely lousy action sequences, some really bad acting and an awful lot of propaganda meant for nothing but the glorification of Gurmeet Ram Rahim Singh, who happens to be the lead actor, the director, the writer, the producer, the lyricist, the music director, the cinematographer and even the editor of the movie. That's not all; as if he wasn't satisfied with that, he went ahead and took the costume department under his command as well, and came up with some disturbingly tacky costumes for himself.

Loo break: With scenes as long as 15 minutes, you'll find the same one running even when you return after spending ample time in the loo. You won't miss much even if you leave the film after watching just 10 minutes of it, since the remaining part is nothing but a repetition of the same.

Watch or Not?: No, you shouldn't watch this film. Go spend your money on whatever else you feel like spending it on, but don't let it go to waste by buying tickets to MSG: The Messenger. Its torturous length, the languid pace of its scenes, the eyesore of Gurmeet Ram Rahim Singh's clothes and the overall repetitiveness of everything will keep you questioning why you're occupying your seats still. That's when you'll feel the hurt of having given away your hard earned cash for something that doesn't deserve it a bit.

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MSG: The Messenger or self-proclaimed saint Gurmeet Ram Rahim Singh as he is popularly known dislikes all things wrong in this society and he comes up with solutions for all them. One such problem which he thinks is ruining India is that of drugs and alcohol. He hence magically convinces alcoholics and drug consumers to give up their nasha and become his bhakts. This angers the drug mafias and they decide to send an assassin to kill Gurmeet Ram Rahim Singh. This is revealed in the first ten or so minutes of the film. The rest includes attempts after attempts of this assassin to kill the saint, and the hilariously innovative ways in which he saves his own life.

There's a point towards the end when a tad amount of suspense is generated when it's learnt that one of Gurmeet Ram Rahim Singh's own people is involved in the plot of killing him. But that's about it. It's a story that can only be described in a few lines, and the director has stretched it into hours and hours of self-glorifying nonsense. He is a rugby player at one moment and a footballer at another. He becomes a taekwondo master in one scene, and even finds time to become a hip-hop artist in another. And you won't believe that he even invents an absurd sport that's a mash-up of cricket and gilli-danda; all while maintaining that he's just a saint sent here to spread god's message.

There's a point in the film when a journalist asks Gurmeet Ram Rahim Singh why he doesn't wear the kind of clothes that other sadhus and babas wear. His reply is that he considers himself to be a common man just like all of us and hence wears clothes that are not different from theirs. It's at this point that I went into my biggest fit of laughter during the entire film. That's because he says these words while wearing attire that's both eye-blindingly shiny and ridiculously funny at the same time

MSG: The Messenger Review: Script Analysis

Writer Gurmeet Ram Rahim Singh has focused on finding a story that elevates his stature among his followers, and has inserted into that story tons of long and sluggish scenes that are also meant to serve the same purpose. The social activities which he claims to be responsible for are given so much importance that a majority of the film puts the plot on the backburner.

MSG: The Messenger Review: Star Performances

Gurmeet Ram Rahim Singh is the only star of MSG: The Messenger, but the fact that he has decided to take up acting without even the slightest bit of knowledge of what it is, is evident from start to end. He delivers his lines with the dullness which are too sluggish for the ears, and moves his body like someone else is pulling the strings tied to it.

Gaurav Gera is an actor of caliber but even he couldn't pull off anything in a space that's populated with so much nonsense.

Flora Saini from Dabangg 2 and TV actress Jayshree Soni fail to entertain as well, just like all other actors from the movie.

MSG: The Messenger Review: Direction, Editing and Screenplay

The grand visuals that appear from time to time give you a glimpse of just how massive the production value of this film happens to be. Some of these scenes involve thousands of people and there's credit to be given to those responsible for managing them. The visual effects are also worth appreciating, as they complement the action in a pretty neat manner. Editing is one department however which I'm really angry at. The story which the director wanted to tell could have been fitted into a tiny half-hour package, but instead it has been rammed inside a 3-hour long ordeal that is more of a test of your patience than it is a movie.

MSG: The Messenger Review: The Last Word

MSG: The Messenger is very easy to describe - A long-running propaganda film that aims to advertise self-proclaimed saint, Gurmeet Ram Rahim Singh, his comical clothing sense and the cavalcade of his ludicrously modified vehicles. It wants you to worship him and do the exact opposite of what Raju Hirani's masterpiece PK wanted you to do. The amount of money that has been spent on this nonsensical work is a tight slap on the faces of indie filmmakers who are running from pillar to post for funding. This film doesn't deserve your attention, and it doesn't even fall the so bad it's good' category. Pass it on and do something worthy with your day. It gets 0 stars out of 5 from me.

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.

The story is simple - Sant Gurmeet is the Borat of India. Except he's real and dead serious about how amazing he is and also a rock star. Think Nithyananda crossed with Aerosmith.

Our Sant, playing himself, is the alpha male, chick magnet, sports superstar, Grand Panjandrum and Dear Leader of Dera Sacha Sauda, a religious sect dedicated to helping helpless people in need of help. People lovingly call him "Pitaji" and seek his help by chanting "Dhan dhan satguru tera hi asra". The chant works just like in Captain Planet and Pitaji proceeds to heal the unhealable, treat the untreatable, rehabilitate drug and alcohol addicts, rescue prostitutes and get them married, save poisoned victims' lives and create wells for destitute farmers. He does all this using magic, of course. The local drug lord realizes that Pitaji's rehabilitating and anti alcohol abilities could quash his business, and the film is built around his attempts to assassinate Pitaji.

Three fourths of this three and a half hour film are made up of Pitaji parading around in outrageous clothes and performing wondrous magic. He also constantly does things that make MSG a stoner's paradise - like standing on a lion with flapping wings, or doing pushups between two buses that are draped in the national flag colors, or headrocking in a car named We luv Sat Guru', or shooting electric laser beams from his forehead. It's like Sant Gurmeet sat down one night with his creative team with a kilo of the blue stuff from Breaking Bad.

How can one make a sword fight more awesome? By turning the incoming flying daggers into rose petals falling over a smiling Pitaji. How about doing something with bullets more awesome than The Matrix? Let's convert the incoming bullets into a golden crown for King Pitaji and then make him whoop the gundas' gonads. This is the kind of stuff Rajinikanth can only dream of, and Pitaji chews every ridiculous scene with the smile of a huggable teddy. Not to mention the truly epic song lyrics like:

Papa the Great, mere papa the great
Bas tum karte ho pyaar
Saari duniya karti hate.

The consistently over-the-top style of MSG is only buoyed by the absolutely atrocious acting from pretty much everyone in the film. "Guwwwuujeee," a gut bustingly untalented phoren actress playing a journalist (from Ukraine, no less) in this desi movie asks. "Can I make a documentary on you? Pleeeaaase? Please Please Please Please?" When Pitaji replies in the affirmative, the journalist screams in delight as bhangra music plays and random kids celebrate. Only Dev Anand's last few films commanded acting, character development and direction as hilariously tacky as the stuff in this movie.

Behind the crackpot writing, direction and acting, MSG without a doubt, is a gigantic advertisement for Dera Sacha Sauda. How dangerous is this, you may ask yourself. These guys spent tens of crores to promote a controversial cult on a mainstream level, to project their organization as one that benefits mankind. The Dera has millions of followers and heaven knows there are people gullible enough to believe all the magical tricks that Pitaji does in the film.

However, keep your concerns at bay because it's great to have more movies which are bad enough to be fun rather than the ones that are so bad they're terrible. Besides, why wouldn't you want more movies featuring a saint, with curly arm hair, in a rainbow costume, playing a guitar with both hands, while riding a bike, over a swimming pool, in the air, as two female fans in the pool cheer in awe?

Hilariously, Sant Gurmeet's ginormous name is present in every single opening credit of the movie, sometimes in different lengths. It is reminiscent of the film Jigarthanda, in which a local gangster forces a filmmaker at gunpoint to make him a superstar. The third act of that movie is pretty much the story of MSG's release and now a bridge between satire and reality.

Why the film faced any ban is a mystery. 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.

Originally posted by: PARIDHI20

sister iam going to watch this pichhaaa on Vday day .From now iam baba ki bhakt 😳