There’s nothing ‘angry’, to start with, about this bunch of young women which gets together to reminisce, giggle and celebrate. These are flesh-and-blood women, and the film is delightful till they stay that way. Being labelled ‘goddesses’ seems like a ploy to reel in non-Indians looking for exotica, something the director does well. It doesn’t do these lovely ladies any favours.

Ultimately, Angry Indian Goddesses is a decent watch as long as the fun lasts but tumbles downhill with gathering pace as the ‘anger’ kicks in. Watch it for its good acting, the director’s bravery in picking his premise and protagonists, but don’t expect a statement on feminism or a revolutionary Bollywood film’. You will be sorely disappointed.

Angry Indian Goddesses is a decent watch if you keep you expectations in check. It is a perfect example of how anger does very little good afterall.

…would appeal only to the urban audience, as the others would neither relate to the characters nor some of their shocking behaviour.

The film is good in parts, meh in others and has its share of fun moments, especially when ‘the neighbour’ (Anuj Choudhry) is objectified by all the women, while he washes his car, shirtless. But every sequence ends up with a “we-are-trying-to-do-something-important-here” tone and spoils all the fun. After the end credits have rolled to a song that I’ve already forgotten, I can’t make up mind if I liked the film or not.