This is one of those films that thinks it achieves a higher purpose and stands for oppressed women everywhere. But it’s the complete opposite. What’s more, it isn’t even entertaining cinema.

Sampat Pal needlessly fought for a stay. She needn’t have worried. This Gulaab Gang has nothing to do with her pioneering efforts against domestic violence. The film is a pure masala entertainer. It’s another action film following the same tired patterns. The only difference is that instead of the hero and villain being men, it has women squaring off each other.

Although Sen steers away from turning it into a documentary, he liberally borrows real-life references from their pink revolution and guns for box-office glory without ever acknowledging their movement. Even though ‘Gulaab Gang’ has so much going for it, it fails to win our applause.

By the time the end rolls around, the film has descended into chaos and is impossible to take seriously. Sincere efforts from the entire cast can’t save this well-intentioned venture from its own mediocrity. Meanwhile, I’m going to pretend that Juhi Chawla never did this film so as to keep the sanctity of my childhood crush intact.

…is too dull, dry and boring to entertain. It will be anything but in the pink of health at the ticket windows. It will flop miserably at the box-office.

Of all the tributes to Sampat Pal’s debatable feminist politics, this one is the narrowest, and the silliest.

While the film is largely entertaining, I wish the director had not bowed down to the pressure of turning Gulaab Gang into a typical Bollywood masala film. There’s a song at every juncture — there’s a song about women weaving pink saris and there’s song about women celebrating the Indian festival Holi. And remember, these are women with troubled pasts and who have been denied basic rights such as education and shelter. Their merrymaking amidst such grimness is unrealistic.

While the film is largely entertaining, I wish the director had not bowed down to the pressure of turning Gulaab Gang into a typical Bollywood masala film. There’s a song at every juncture — there’s a song about women weaving pink saris and there’s song about women celebrating the Indian festival Holi. And remember, these are women with troubled pasts and who have been denied basic rights such as education and shelter. Their merrymaking amidst such grimness is unrealistic.