This movie is trying so hard to be feminist it ends up being quit the opposite. Attempts at depth feel vapid and condescending to Indian culture, which it generalizes and villanizes throughout. I had to Google if it was written by a white man because that's how tonedeaf it can feel. I appreciate what she was going for here, if it was told differently it may have worked. I can see the love of womanhood and India hinted at, it's just erased by damaging cliches. The music, costumes and parties are so fun and the jokes that land are fun.The conflict becomes as subtle as a bomb and the dialogue as heavey handed as possible. Maybe that's an ode to Bollywood but in the end it misses the target completely. The nail in the coffin is the ending party scene that I still can't believe was real.
This movie is trying so hard to be feminist it ends up being quit the opposite. Attempts at depth feel vapid and condescending to Indian culture, which it generalizes and villanizes throughout. I had to Google if it was written by a white man because that's how tonedeaf it can feel. I appreciate what she was going for here, if it was told differently it may have worked. I can see the love of womanhood and India hinted at, it's just erased by damaging cliches. The music, costumes and parties are so fun and the jokes that land are fun.The conflict becomes as subtle as a bomb and the dialogue as heavey handed as possible. Maybe that's an ode to Bollywood but in the end it misses the target completely. The nail in the coffin is the ending party scene that I still can't believe was real.
