MSG: The Warrior Lion Heart Review: We Watched and Survived To Tell This Tale
MSG: The Warrior Lion Heart Review: We Watched and Survived To Tell This Tale
It's like an old style Bollywood potboiler with its senses impaired and meant only for the delectation of his vast number of followers.

The spectacular opening scene shows a tensed army helplessly waiting for its leader to turn up. Soon, a man, donning a too-creative-to-be-real outfit, is shown riding a horse, doing some 'phenomenal' action sequences and saving lives of kids trapped in a certain building. He comes out, breathes a sigh of relief and the army does a yayyy dance and you realise what you’ve gotten yourself into.

MSG The Warrior – Lion Heart is no movie, it’s a forced propaganda. It's like an old style Bollywood potboiler with its senses impaired and meant only for the delectation of his vast number of followers. It’s not just politically, aesthetically and socially disturbing but also makes for the perfect textbook example as to how a film shouldn’t be made.

Gurmeet Ram Rahim Singh, the head of the Dera Sacha Sauda has given himself 30 credits right in the beginning of this film, which by the way, is the third in his Messenger of God series. Sher dil or Lion Heart sir, being played by none other than Gurmeet, is immortal. He is invincible. He can rest in middle of the clouds, he can lift an elephant, he can burn a spaceship, he can win over aliens and only he can save the entire universe in this 118-minute film. He has managed to live beyond time, space (and logic) in just the running time of this film. From being a human with super powers to being a brotherly figure to every woman in the country, Gurmeet’s versatility is excruciatingly painful.

Dressed up in self-styled costumes, you’ll see him saving women, cows at times and delivering moral lectures to everybody around. The film is more like a film-within-a-film with no sense whatsoever. While every frame brings something inexplicable, the level of lunacy keeps going up a notch with every passing minute. It’s more like a story of a self-obsessed man who didn’t know how to tackle with his obsession and decided to dedicate films to himself. You might still get an exact number of times the F-word was spoken in Wolf of Wall Street, but definitely not the number of times the term 'Sher Dil' has been used in this film.

Now here’s everything that makes this film an easy target for racism, sexism and all the other sorts of isms. There’s a scene where Sher Dil’s sisters tie him rakhi and he pranks them by saying that he’s chosen a bad gift for them. And what’s the gift? ‘Kaale Kaloote’ men as their would-be husbands. While the film’s lead is shown to be a ‘maseeha’ of women protection, you’ll be shocked to see the sexism rooted here and there. Scenes in which his wife is shown massaging his feet or his sisters, capable enough to fight at the battlefield, waiting for Sher dil to rescue them; just so many to count. Don’t miss the lesson that all non-vegetarians are monsters and of course, ‘gaay humari mata hai’.

Plot wise, the film has nothing to offer. Acting wise, you’ll be amused to see the intensity of poor performance on-screen and you’ll probably end up appreciating even your worst school plays. Sets wise, you’ll find yourself wondering how fake can this shooting be. Logic wise, well. Who’re we even kidding? This film is a sheer waste of time, money and even the efforts you’re planning in buying the ticket.

If you’re a follower, you’ll still like to give it a shot. But if you aren't, please don't even think about it.

Rating: 0/5

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