There is nothing to watch in the movie, except actor-director Gurmeet Ram Rahim Singh Ji Insan. He seems to be the focus of the entire movie. The second part is simply intolerable and if you are trying to search for the storyline, well, chances are that you might find nothing as that is what forms the crux of the entire movie. The makers of the movie boast about the twists and turns in the plot, but it is quite hard to find which twists and which turns they are talking about. The two soundtracks of the movie 'Party dhoom dhaam se' and 'MSG the Messenger' are the only thing, which might create some sound in the cold movie.
Apart from acting and directing, Gurmeet has composed and sung all the songs in the movie. He is a man wearing multi-hats from being a lyricist, scriptwriter, cinematographer and editor of the movie.

What is civilisation? Who are the truly civilised? Bear with me, for I agree no review of MSG 2 Messenger Of God -- coming to us from auteur godman Gurmeet Ram Rahim Singh Ji Insan -- should begin with any remotely deep conversation, but this production is an unlikely beast, a laughable product that nevertheless forces us to introspect a bit and ask ourselves who we are. The first MSG was an outlandish work of gargantuan buffoonery wherein Mr Insan single-handedly waged war on drugs. In this sequel, he goes deep into weird jungles and tries, in his own smiling and uniquely violent way, to rehabilitate the savages. MSG 2 is a bizarre experience, and while definitely one that would make me want to ask Rediff.com for a raise, it's mercifully an hour shorter than the unending first release and may also prove to be a daftly enjoyable release for those partaking in the substances Mr Insan is so vehemently opposed to. (Or is he?)

It is Party Dhoom Dhaam Se time, second time over with the man who delivers better punches than Sunny Deol and better punchlines than Salman Khan. If you had the bad luck of watching its prequel - MSG : The Messenger, then you already know that the film's theme is a guilty pleasure trip which shouldn't be taken seriously. The Saint's flying heroics and Bang Bang style water stunt entry ala Hrithik Roshan, are bound to leave you speechless. It is so unapologetic about being silly that you partake in his abhorrent narcissism. Brandishing its ridiculous content with poker faced earnestness, the film's moralistic stand is harmful. Sample this, Guruji with his X-Ray vision explains how non-vegetarian food is harmful for the body. While that's a school of thought we totally respect, but preaching that by citing purist reasons, is stretching it a tad far. Everyone in this film suffers from an acute case of Ekta Kapoor's K-serial virus. They echo-repeat their dialogues and takes pratigyas that screech 'Main-usey-apne-haathon-se-marunga'. The film's one-star-rating is strictly for the scene in which Babaji sword-fights in his beautiful Rani-pink frock. Killer and how.