The ApunKaChoice movie review of Purani Jeans. I love my purani jeans, even though it’s frayed at some objectionable places and has big holes in pockets. But I never minded it much, for I never had much use for pockets and the frayed bits always added a touch of oomph to my look. But not all that’s old is gold. A story that’s told time and again loses its glint like cheap denim loses colour on first wash. That’s the reason this Friday’s release Purani Jeans turns out to be a lackluster, wishy-washy fare. It has little that’s new about it.
The story is set in Kasauli of 1990s and told in flashbacks. It revolves around a group of five best friends who call their gang ‘Kasauli Cowboys’ and go about boozing, singing, dancing, picnicking, ogling at girls, taking friendship oaths, and making codes of Cowboy conduct; in short all the stuff vain adolescents do without feeling embarrassed. Of them, Sid (Tanuj Virwani) and Sam (Aditya Seal) are thick as thieves. Sid is a fatherless kid and his loving mom (Rati Agnihotri) dreams of sending him to US (not to find a new father, of course). On the other hand, Sam has an alcoholic mother by the apt name Sherry (Sarika) and a stepfather (Rajat Kapoor) who couldn’t care less. The less said about the others of ‘Kasauli Cowboys’ -- including Bobby, Suzie and Tino (Param Baidwan, Raghav Raj Kakkar and Kashyap Kapoor) -- the better.
Then enters the pretty and ethereal Nayantara (Izabelle Leite) who smiles like a doll, walks like a model out of a shampoo ad, and talks through someone else’s voice. Both Sid and Sam fall for her and I don’t need to tell you what drives a wedge in their friendship.
Purani Jeans is crammed with juvenilia I wish our films would grow out of. Even when it gets serious -- what with wisecracking moms (not all sober) spouting life philosophy and friends quibbling over ‘dosti ke asool’ -- it’s corny at best. The only thing that works in its favour is it never loses momentum.
Of the quintet, Aditya Seal impresses with his performance as a guy who thinks none loves him. Tanuj Virwani despite getting a lot of screen time is stuck in a loop of facial expressions -- scowl, smile, surprise, pensive, and then scowl again. Izabelle Leite is pretty. Period.
Ram Sampat’s music holds the film together well, but director Tanushri Chattrji Bassu faltrs at executionn. There’re continuity lapses and other flubs that make the movie look a tad too amateurish.
In many ways, Purani Jeans is like my old denims. It’s coming apart at the seams, it’s plotholed, it’s threadbare, and it’s a bid objectionable as well. But unlike my old Levi’s I refuse to part with, this one I’d give a wide berth.