“Women on the Edge” is a cheerfully dumb Argentine riff on agism, sexism and the horrors of cosmetic surgery that seems inspired by a pretty famous film by Pedro Almodóvar.

Take away the heart, gay content, much of the edge and most of the laughs and you’ve got an Argentine “Women on the Verge of a Nervous Breakdown.”

The premise is that a group of women with “impulse control” and “anger management” problems meet at a support group. They all have issues with men. It’s just that they’re the ones forced to seek help.

One knocked a couple of teeth out of the male boss who dared “grab my ass.” Angela (Carla Peterson) is a famous TV actress who found out her co-star and younger lover (Esteban Lamothe) is expecting a baby during a humiliating live TV chat-show appearance.

And Vera (Julieta Díaz) is an overwhelmed mother of two trying to market her own organic cosmetics line with no help from her disinterested, forgetful breadwinner husband (Alfonso Tort). Ramiro didn’t bother to tell Vera that his new boss is his old flame Paola (Claudia Fernández) who has had lots of work done and shoves her nose in it.

As a rule of this support group, they’re each to take on a “partner” who acts as their sponsor, shadowing and calming irritated nerves, Vera and Angela are paired up.

Angela may have injured her ex on a TV set. All she requires is a new love, and maybe “having a little work done.” But Vera put her husband’s new boss in the hospital, so she’s in legal trouble.

The movie is about the source of Angela’s paid endorsement cosmetic surgery and Vera’s belief this hustler (Salvador del Solar) isn’t just putting the moves on the TV star. He’s about to disfigure her with his quack treatment and “toxin,” and he may be the reason Paola’s in the hospital.

“You’re not old yet, but you’re about to be” was Dr. Leven’s cautionary come-on to Angela (in Spanish with subtitles, or dubbed). And there’s the theme of the movie.

Everywhere they turn, women are being dismissed, ditched, overlooked and underappreciated by men who only have eyes for youth. And these ladies are pissed. They’re out for revenge.

The sight gags in this comedy — including “deformed” makeup — aren’t anything to brag about. The dialogue relies on random shots of profanity to grab a laugh.

The players do what they can, which isn’t much. The plot is as messy as three screenwriters could make it, with the only things that pass for consistency being the rampant sexism/ageism and an overall vulgar tone.

This subject matter and this set-up could have paid off. But nothing of the sort happens, just a cast soldiering through inferior material based on a solid premise, and a director most intent on getting a Gurinder Chadha (“Bend it Like Beckham”) dance number into the closing credits.

Rating: TV-MA, profanity

Cast: Carla Peterson, Julieta Díaz, Salvador del Solar, Eugenia Guerty, Cecilia Font, Bredna Keizerman, Alfonso Tort and Esteban Lamothe.

Credits: Directed by Azul Lombardía, scripted by Jazmín Rodríguez Duca, Sebastián Meschengieser and Alberto Rojas Apel. A Netflix release.

Running time: 1:35