Maa Behen review: A deliciously chaotic dramedy that gets its women just right
In Maa Behen, three women are thrown into chaos after a neighbour dies in their house. The dramedy uses gossip, crime and family friction to show how society misreads women.
by Sana Farzeen · India TodayIn Short
- Jaya, Sushma and Rekha are drawn into chaos after a neighbour dies
- The film uses gossip to show how rumours harden into accepted truth
- Pooja Tolani's dialogues deliver small-town humour with irreverence and sharp specificity
Most of us have seen her -- the woman who wears sleeveless blouses, laughs loudly, knows her worth, and somehow becomes the neighbourhood WhatsApp group's favourite topic of discussion. Give society a confident woman, and it immediately starts building stories around her -- "She must be manipulative, too modern, or even promiscuous."
Netflix's Maa Behen takes that all-too-familiar tendency and spins it into a deliciously chaotic dramedy that is as interested in making you laugh as it is in holding up a mirror to those assumptions.
Starring Madhuri Dixit Nene, Triptii Dimri and Dharna Durga, the film arrives wrapped in crime, family drama, neighbourhood gossip and enough absurdity to keep things entertaining throughout. While emotional undercurrents run beneath, humour makes it an immensely light and enjoyable watch.
The story begins with Jaya (Dimri), a woman whose life revolves around her marital home. By her own calculation, she has made over a lakh rotis for her in-laws. Jaya is the most sensible member of this unconventional trio, someone who would much rather avoid drama than become part of it.
Her stepsister Sushma (Durga), however, couldn’t be more different. Loud, ambitious and permanently online, she belongs to a generation willing to do almost anything for virality. Whether it is recreating Raja Hindustani’s iconic kiss or producing cringeworthy content with her brother-in-law, Sushma’s obsession with internet fame feels hilariously familiar.
At the centre of their universe stands Rekha, played by Madhuri Dixit. Widowed at just 25, she has spent decades raising her daughters alone. Yet every attempt to build a life for herself -- whether by selling nighties, running a tiffin service or starting a cyber cafe-- turns her into the subject of neighbourhood speculation. People are far more interested in discussing how she dresses than acknowledging what it took for her to survive.
Things spiral when Jaya and Sushma receive a frantic call from their mother informing them that their neighbour, Gupta ji (Ravi Kishan), has mysteriously died inside their house. What follows is a wildly entertaining attempt by the trio to get rid of the body in a neighbourhood that thrives on gossip.
The film also cleverly uses a crime-show host, very much in the 'Chain se sona hai toh jaag jao' mould, as a recurring device. While Rekha faithfully watches him on television, he also breaks the fourth wall to comment on both present-day chaos and past events. As the film unravels different versions of his story, you realise how rumours become facts simply because enough people choose to repeat them.
Some of the film’s best moments emerge when these three women are simply arguing with one another. Their fights and emotional meltdowns feel less like scripted scenes and more like moments lifted from a chaotic family gathering. However, there is also a warmth behind calling each other ‘naagin’, and that makes these characters more lovable.
The humour is ridiculous, relatable and, most importantly, never forced. The dialogues, written by Pooja Tolani, deserve special mention. Rooted in small-town humour, they are wonderfully irreverent and often laugh-out-loud funny. One particularly hilarious moment arrives when Rekha becomes convinced that her current plight is divine punishment for eating ‘anda’ (egg) on a Monday. Then there is Jaya calling her husband a ‘chilchatta’ (cockroach), and Sushma’s wonderfully bizarre vocabulary.
A lot of credit for creating such quirky, memorable women goes to director Suresh Triveni and co-writer Tolani, who seem genuinely interested in women as people rather than symbols. Triveni has been doing this since Tumhari Sulu. His female characters are never written as saints, victims or inspirational posters masquerading as people. They desire things, make mistakes and remain unapologetic about themselves. He creates a world where feminism isn’t delivered through grand speeches, but exists in the simple act of allowing women to be real.
The film does experience a slight dip in momentum midway, but quickly regains its footing. A few supporting characters also feel more functional than fully fleshed out. The music, too, doesn't leave a lasting impression, but the attention to detail in the production design elevates the experience.
Performance-wise, Madhuri Dixit is having an absolute ball as Rekha, and the joy is infectious. Rekha could have easily slipped into caricature, but Madhuri grounds her with charm, impeccable comic timing and immense grace.
Triptii Dimri is the film’s biggest surprise. She once again proves her versatility as she slips into Jaya’s world with remarkable ease. Triptii delivers one of the film's most affecting moments through a powerful monologue as Jaya begins to question the choices she has made. Dharna Durga, meanwhile, holds her own opposite two established performers, bringing confidence, comic timing and an effortless screen presence.
The chemistry between the three actors is ultimately the film’s biggest strength. You believe them as a family, which makes every fight funnier and every emotional moment hit harder. Ravi Kishan brings unexpected twists to his role, and without giving away spoilers -- be prepared for a surprise cameo.
What makes Maa Behen truly work is that it never arrives carrying a feminism handbook. It doesn’t lecture or demand applause for its politics. Instead, it gives us three women who are complicated, chaotic and completely themselves. And somewhere between all that madness, the film quietly reminds us how often society gets its women wrong; thankfully, the film doesn't.
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