Mahavatar Narsimha Review: Ashwin Kumar's Animated Film Is A Homegrown Triumph, It Roars With Soul

Director: Ashwin Kumar

Cast: Various voice artists…

Where to watch: In theatres

Rating: ***1/2

You don’t walk into Mahavatar Narsimha expecting subtlety. You walk in anticipating celestial rage, a dose of dharma, and an animation style that’s still learning to flex its muscles. What you get, however, is something far more arresting—Ashwin Kumar’s mythological epic doesn’t just retell the tale of Lord Narasimha; it resurrects it with a reverence that borders on contagious.

The film retells the legend of Lord Narasimha, the fierce half-man, half-lion avatar of Lord Vishnu, who descends to vanquish the tyrannical Asur —an ego-driven demonic king—Hiranyakashipu and protect the unwavering devotion of his son, Prahlad.

Let’s get the obvious out of the way: yes, the audio might make your eardrums rethink their life choices in the opening half hour. The decibel levels are enthusiastically devotional—more temple loudspeaker than Dolby finesse. But once your senses recalibrate to the film’s bhakti-driven bravado, the bombast becomes oddly cathartic, like a rath yatra in surround sound.

Technically, the film doesn’t quite roar at the outset. Animation purists might twitch at the occasional lip-sync slip and movements that feel a tad jerky—think cardboard cutouts trying to emote with Shakespearian earnestness. But what the animation lacks in fluidity, it compensates for with colour, grandeur, and painstaking detail. Every frame is mounted with an eye for aesthetic embellishment. The climax, alone—with Narasimha’s incarnation unravelling in operatic slow-burn—is worth a reverent salaam to the design team.

What truly elevates the film is its refusal to cater to the popcorn-mythology crowd. There are no TikTok-style one-liners or swaggering gods using street slang. The film commits to emotional sincerity: Prahlad’s quiet devotion feels true, and Hiranyakashipu’s descent into delusion carries real weight. Even Narasimha’s ferocity is moral reckoning—a cosmic intervention, not a spectacle.

Ashwin Kumar’s direction resists the urge to sermonise. He lets silences speak, particularly in scenes where characters are caught between faith and fear. That rare use of stillness—a whispered chant here, a flicker of doubt there—feels radical in an industry allergic to pause buttons. The screenplay (co-written with Jayapurna Das and Rudra P. Ghosh) gives its characters dignity, even the villain. Hiranyakashipu isn’t just another growling bad guy; he’s a man consumed by the very power he seeks to wield, making his confrontation with Narasimha as much a psychological collapse as a spiritual cleansing.

The background score is rousing without being overbearing, and the voice cast (despite the odd sync stumble) brings a layered gravitas to the proceedings. But it’s in the final act—where faith, fury and form collide—that the film achieves something close to transcendence. It doesn’t just show you a god descending; it makes you feel why the descent matters.

Mahavatar Narsimha may not match Pixar in polish, but in ambition, heart, and cultural rootedness, it’s a homegrown triumph. It proves that animated storytelling in India need not be infantile or ironic. It can be intense, introspective, and wildly imaginative—like the stories our grandmothers told us, only now in 3D and widescreen.