So, there is a guy who is supposed to be like every other men in India who is sadist, masochist & dominating and wants his fiancée to be tortured as a homemaker inside the four walls of the house which he single-handedly manages, after marriage. He won't let her work, drive, get social and in the filmmaker's words... he won't let her enjoy.

Enter screenplay and you are shown preparations of an upper middle-class family wedding. The bride is all innocent and excited for that moment which only comes once in a life. She's also excited about the honeymoon in which she will finally shun her demureness. But the guy kicks in as a scumbag and speaks about break-up. She is devastated, evident from the emotional songs & brilliant background score. Next, the non-linear screenplay shows how she decides to visit Paris, her favorite place she always wanted to visit. She sets off.

Then you will see some portions of English Vinglish, with Ranaut's character fooling around and finally befriending a sexy, dolled-up neighbor who has the hots to make the protagonist's father weak in his knees. There is no electricity in India at her maternal home, but still they can chat with her daughter who is now living with a stranger, who happens to know Hindi a bit.

Then, just like Sridevi befriended few people of the world in English Vinglish, Rani, the character befriends 3 supposed bachelors viz., an American, a possible Chinese and a European - to fit the bill, you see. She lives-in with them in a 5 by 5 rickety flat and starts enjoying life. She intoxicates herself with alcohol and instantly converts to an extrovert from being all that coy. She still dreams of her days with her husband-to-be, who is brilliantly enacted by Rajkummar Rao.

The climax is anticlimactic and was purposely botched up to suit the whole melodrama the film deciphers: that womanhood can be best realized when you travel cross-country, stay with strangers, get inebriated, visit red-light districts, and finally toss the tension into a bin. At the end of the day, Queen strives on elements that are emotive and tries to reflect the current debate marred in the nooks of politics in India. The execution? The cliché-stagecraft-sympathy-empathy-carpe-diem combination only looks shiny on-screen; real life is a lot less scripted; that is where it slips into a roadside ditch and smothers in its vomit.

BOTTOM LINE: I seriously cannot take this type of heavy melodrama, but when a family consisting of two women - one 27, other 52 - has the same idea of the film's review, you know how average it is. Kangana Ranaut's performance was mildly interesting but I'll vote for Rao anytime. Supporting cast manages to entertain.

Can be watched with a typical Indian family? NO

Vulgarity/Profanity: Mediocre | Sex/Porn: No visuals; mild | Alcohol/Smoking: Strong | Nudity: Mild