Saturday, 19 September 2015

MSG 2- The Messenger | Movie Review

Ratings:
Times Of India : 1/5
Hindustan Times : NA
Rediff : NA


Story: MSG 2 - The Messenger is the baap of so-bad-its-good variety of films. You'll be guilty of clapping, hooting and rooting for Saint Gurmeet Ram Rahim Singh Ji Insan's superhuman stunts. All for an incessant two-hour long laugh session.

Review: I feel after having sat through MSG 2, might be more presumptuous even than most missionaries. Because who's to say aboriginal "Junglee" savages are any less civilised than a hirsute man who leaps off jeeps -- and onto elephants -- while dressed as Lady Gaga on a particularly technicolour day.

The theatre temperature is rising. Followers are chanting, "Dhan dhan satguru tera hi aasra," the slogan of Dera Sacha Sauda, a sect headed by Gurmeet Ram Rahim Singh. Meanwhile, some corrupt politicians, valorous army men and common social workers have got involved in the struggle to eliminate the barbaric 'adivasis' from the face of the earth. But, none of them is going to succeed because of one man's noble intention. By the way, that man is also the singer, editor, composer, writer and everything else of the film.

Katti Batti Movie Reviews : Total Waste of Time

Ratings: 
Hindustan Times : 1.5/5
Yahoo :                      2.5/5
Rediff :                       1/5


Lead actors Imran Khan and Kangana Ranaut try their darnedest, but let’s face it, Advani and the script never come close to giving them a chance.

She is a wealthy jet-setter who capriciously travels across Europe and moves in with her man on a whim, after which she spends an awful lot of time texting her ex.

This is literally just the beginning, as Katti Batti goes on to verbalise the obvious over and over again.

Also, dear filmmakers, we must here interject a plea: do not give Ranaut English words to say unless you direct her into saying them right.

We know she’s a terrific actress and have gotten used to the accent, but here, in a film where she’s supposed to be a bohemian highly-travelled rockstar-pixie, it really, really jars when she pronounces ‘dramatise’ as drummatyze.

Advani’s last film, Hero, released just a week ago, and I decried it for being an unnecessary, mediocre remake.

But that was a lunkheaded actioner and we’re kind of used to those films being daft.

Heartbreak, on the other hand, is rarely this synthetic, this thoughtless, this obvious.

Katti Batti just smells wrong -- and that may well be the most universal dealbreaker of all.