13 February,2015 10:58 AM IST | | Shubha Shetty Saha
We aren't rating the movie because it's more of a promotional feature than a movie
'MSG: The Messenger'
U; Action-drama
Director: Jeetu Arora, Gurmeet Ram Rahim Singh Ji Insan
CAST: Gurmeet Ram Rahim Singh Ji Insan, Daniel Kaleb, Fllora Saini, Gaurav Gera
Stars:
As soon as we settled into our seats for the press show, two men looking rather intimidating (presumably, supporters of the baba) plonked themselves next to us and demanded that we give our names and phone numbers without offering any explanation. Well, that was just the prelude to a 'what the effing hell' feeling that refused to leave us throughout this painfully long film.
Make no mistake: The hero, Gurmeet Ram Rahim Singh Ji Insan is no ordinary man. The film opens with him arriving in a Mercedes, wearing an unbelievably garish outfit (his choice of clothes get steadily worse through the film). He is seen singing a hip-hop song and shaking his leg in blingy outfits and, ahem, hairy arms. The message is clear. He is no ordinary man. No, we are not talking about him being hairier than your ordinary Joe, baba simply does everything better - on a grander scale. For instance, if Ajay Devgn and the ilk can stand on two moving bikes, our blingy baba does push-ups between two moving trucks. Forget the outfit (though it is really difficult to ignore), baba's sunglasses are surely studded with more diamonds and gold than the sum total of Bappi da's assets. His bikes are set on anti-gravity mode, flying through the air whenever he feels like going on for 'spin'.
If, after struggling hard, you can look past all the blinding bling, you will find a thin thread of a story of self-praise and nothing but that. This is the do-gooder who literally thinks he's God's gift to mankind and is out saving the world. He takes a designer broom matching his yet another outfit from hell and leads a 'Swachh Bharat' kind of abhiyaan, he wears a designer mask to go incognito to the red light area and rehabilitate the prostitutes⦠so on and so forth. He might look like a rotund man with zero acting abilities, but over three painful hours, we are reminded again and again that he is the real messiah, the miracle man, the 'rock papa' and, lo and behold, a youth icon too!
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.
Do we even need to talk about the other ordinary mortals starring in the film?
