Wake Up Sid is the coming-of-age story of a slacker named Sid, played by Ranbir Kapoor. In a wonderfully done title sequence, debutant director Ayan Mukherji shows us Sid struggling with accounting the night before his final exam. He’s had four cups of coffee and stays up till 3 am but he doesn’t get past the first question.

Unfortunately the film doesn’t maintain this crackling momentum and becomes a patchy, predictable story held together by the sheer prowess of Ranbir. Ayan, working from his own story and screenplay, skillfully creates Sid’s state of arrested development.

This is the kind of collegiate who sleeps in Sponge Bob sheets, doesn’t last one week in his father’s bathroom furnishing business, which he describes as full-onpakao, and has no ambition or plans for the future apart from getting drunk. Sid meets Aeysha, played by Konkona Sen Sharma, a slightly older, more mature and focused girl, who moves to Mumbai from Kolkatta to create an independent life for herself.

The two, polar opposites, become friends though she’s quick to explain that he is not her type. She is looking for a man, not a boy. Eventually, Aeysha helps Sid grow up. He discovers that life is a little more complicated than the comic books he reads.Wake Up Sid has honesty and freshness. Ayan creates some genuinely tender and moving moments.

There is a lovely little scene in which Sid makes an impromptu cake for Aeysha’s birthday. And Sid’s confrontation with his parents packs a wallop. However, Ayan isn’t as successful at stringing together the moments.

The pacing in the first half is very slow. Towards interval, the film gathers an emotional momentum but afterward it becomes slack again. The bigger problem is that the crisis of the characters never feels sufficiently awful or urgent.

This is a Karan Johar production so reality is severely air-brushed. Nothing really bad ever happens to Sid or Ayesha. Within days of arrival she finds a lovely, airy, affordable flat and a job at the city’s hippest magazine, Mumbai Beat. Within months, the magazine’s super-cool editor is dating her and she has her own column.

Sid doesn’t get too sweaty either. He gets an internship at the same magazine, which becomes a job as assistant photographer. After one dressing-down from Ayesha, he also starts to clean the house, do the dishes and even wash the dirty laundry by hand. It’s all so quick and convenient that Sid’s struggle to find his voice and identity seems half-baked.