In times when people pick packagedMangola movies anytime across the year, a seasonal slice of life homemadeAamras sounds appetizing but if not prepared properly won’t give much mazaa. This film coming from the producer ofBheja Fry precisely faces that problem – the characters are fleshed out but the story lacks meat.
Aamras is a quartet concoction of secondary school girls who are the best of buddies. Pari (Ntasha Bhardwaj) is the pampered brat. Jiya (Vega Tamotia) is the accommodating types who dreams of a Paris trip through a painting competition. Rakhi (Maanvi Gagroo) is upbeat and outspoken while Sanya (Anchal Sabharwal) is the kitty party cat.
So what’s the story you ask? There isn’t much in this wafer-thin chapter compassing their coming of age days. Director Rupali Guha starts her story with a khatta meetha feel-good feel (characteristic of father Basu Chatterjee’s films) but soon this aamras tastes like aam-ka-achar as masala is mixed in the treatment. For no reason, you are taken for a guided Mahabaleshwar darshan tour and given gyanon the cheapest available Strawberry crush. A half-baked romance track is stuffed in and there’s also a supposed tribute to Parimal Tripathi from Hrishikesh Mukherjee’s Chupke Chupke which doesn’t amuse at all.
The performances by the four female leads are like raw mangoes – not fully matured but tangy and tasty. Ntasha Bhardwaj has a pretty personality and is poised in her high-class bitchy act. Vega Tamotia plays the upright personality and gives an honest and expressive performance. Maanvi Gagroo is the liveliest amongst the four and commands good screen presence. Anchal Sabharwal takes a backseat though fills in her part adequately.
Aamras can qualify as a decent recipe for a good novel. It’s too dilute for a film and ends up being an ordinary fare. ‘Aam’ras!
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