Tis’ a pity that the talented duo of Ranbir Kapoor and Konkana Sen had to team up with a moron like Ayan Mukerji (credited here for direction, story and screenplay).
Both Ranbir and Konkana are decent actors, by Bollywood standards.
And it’s a mighty shame they hitched their trailer to the Ayan jalopy.
The duo’s capable performance was the sole saving grace of Wake Up Sid because the rest of the movie is boring trash.
Of the two, we’d say Ranbir was a little ahead in the acting department displaying a wider range of emotions.
The girl had a PMS-cramps-weighing-down-on-her expression far too often.
Still, we’ll take Konkana any day over the Kareenas, Katrinas and the other Klowns of Bollywood.
The Wake Up Sid story is a pathetically banal, crappy piece of shit.
A rich brat having a good time with his father’s cash and doesn’t take anything seriously.
Not his studies. Not his father’s business.
Nothing save partying and having a good time with his buddies counts with our Siddharth a.k.a Sid.
But for our Aisha Banerjee (Konkana Sen), newly arrived in Bombay (take that you jackass, Raj Thackeray) from Kolkata with a serious expression and more serious dreams of becoming a writer, goals and mature behavior matter.
No sooner is she in Bombay than she serendipitously meets our kid Sid.
Although polar opposites, they quickly become close friends. So close that when Sid walks out of his home in a huff he drops anchor at her home.
Yeah, Sid is disorganized, his room is a mess and he can’t cook.
Hello, is that enough material for a movie?
By God, no. That’s kid stuff.
How Sid turns into a responsible fella and the friends find love constitutes the rest of this yawn-yawn story.
None of the songs had any life in them.
Strange how this buffoon Ayan Mukerji got to handle as onerous a task as making a movie.
Well, one more of life’s many mysteries.
Folks, this crap is most certainly not worth $10.50 or $12.50 (depending on whether you are watching it in NJ or NYC).
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