It kind of skims over the potentially interesting subject of the analysis of metrosexuality. The skits are uber unfunny and only some of the talking heads are interesting.
Don't waste your time.
This is also in a country where we are constantly informed that we are either too skinny or too fat. That's not to mention its long vicious history of racism that continues to inform all sorts of beauty standards even today. And then the movie celebrates the Sikh subject's turning his back on his tradition without worrying about any kind of downside.
What Mansome could be is an examination of masculinity in modern day pop culture, post-feminist movement. In fact, it could be the documentary version of all the strengths of Brief Interviews with Hideous Men. But instead its reliance on extreme reactions to male hair and its profile of a modern-day fop do little to deliver any salient cultural criticism. What emerges are the outliers of our society -- a man with a massive beard and a man who spends more time preening than most birds -- and I finished the film learning nothing new about the macrocosm and learning only dismissible factoids about the microcosm.
Overall, Mansome, considering its wealth of talent, doesn't live up to its potential.