Film

Kama Sutra: A Tale of Love

Name: Kama Sutra: A Tale of Love
Genre: Drama, History, Romance
Released: 1997
Cast: Indira Varma, Sarita Choudhury, Ramon Tikaram, Naveen Andrews, Rekha

Mira Nair's 1997 drama traces two inseparable women whose friendship fractures when one marries a prince who desires the other. Sumptuous, sensual, and focused on female desire and agency, it uses the Kama Sutra as both literal text and metaphor for power, choice, and betrayal. For anyone drawn to intimate period pieces about women's autonomy.

TMDb rating

2.9

Should you watch it?

Watch it if you want a lush, unhurried period romance where the emotional knots between two close friends matter as much as the sumptuous costumes and courtly intrigue.

Skip it if its sensuality sits front and centre rather than in the background, so if frank erotic material or a leisurely, talky pace would put you off, look elsewhere.

What it asks of you: Expect a long sit at nearly two hours, with slow, ornate scenes that linger on rooms, rituals and glances rather than rushing toward plot beats.

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