I just returned from watching Mahavatar Narasimha, and I’m still trembling, not from the surround-sound bass or the action sequences (though those were jaw-dropping), but from the sheer force of devotion that this film unleashed in my heart.
This wasn’t “just another movie.” This was śravaṇam and kīrtanam served on a silver screen with the highest cinematic artistry. From the opening frame to the final credits, the film exuded a level of sincerity and spiritual depth that is almost unheard of
