Critic’s Rating: 3.5/5

They, four drunken young friends, are driving back home. They are happy and high. And Sidharth Mehra (Ranbir Kapoor) wants to enjoy the moment. So he sticks his neck out of the sunroof and lets the friendly breeze feel his face. Without ambition or direction, that’s how Sid would forever love his life to be: a cool breeze he can waltz with. But life has a way of throwing up surprises. And none is bigger for the rich, cool kid than the accidental encounter with Aisha Banerjee (Konkona Sen Sharma), a just-arrived girl from Kolkata, the sort who reads Murakami’s Norwegian Wood and hangs Woody Allen’s Annie Hall posters in her room. She is independent, focused, gritty — everything Sid is not. But there’s a kismat connection between the two. And when Sid gets into a big fight with his dad over his career, or the lack of it, he moves out of his capacious home into Aisha’s cuddly apartment. Neatly lensed, the movie looks at Bombay — and now after producer Karan Johar’s apology, Mumbai — with love and affection. Too bad, Raj Thackeray missed the point. The songs — lyrics Javed Akhtar, music Shankar Ehsaan Loy — have a sense of romance too. But none is better than composer Amit Trivedi’s Iktara, a song filled with an unbearable lightness of being. Songs make the movie soar; they help us look inside the head and mood of Sid and Aisha and help carry the story forward.

FILMYREEL : 3.6/5