Sridevi's youngest child, Khushi Kapoor, is about to debut and my what a platform! And I don't just mean Netflix, but a launch with Zoya Akthar who has, till date, never made a bad film or show. Ever. Her worst endeavour is better than the best of most so already we're excited to see The Archies.
So far, we've seen self-proclaimed comedians (didn't laugh once) troll on the fact they've desi-fied Riverdale and the flashback of 1960s looks nothing like that time in India. If someone would like to enlighten the disillusioned, this isn't a documentary but fiction based on a comic book series, the alternative universe where everything was "peachy keen". Quite frankly, loved the texture, tone, styling and music of what little they've shown already. We're expected to suspend reality for entertainment } you know, the mantra for Bollywood since 1935! Here for it. And can't wait.
The expectations from the star-kids/grandkids are already mammoth; esp with many a poisoned pen ready to write them off from the get-go. Have heard a lot of carping about nepotism and nepo-kids - we've used the phrase recently too - but we're not on auto-pilot and willing to give a them a chance. There are many children of stars who are exceptionally good, great even. From Rishi Kapoor, Hrithik Roshan to Rani Mukherjee, Kajol, Pooja Bhatt, Alia Bhatt, Ranbir Kapoor, Sanjay Dutt, Kareena Kapoor...
You know the one aspect of nepotism in Bollywood that its sharped critics haven't mentioned so far? It doesn't work if the kids have no talent. Manoj Kumar's son, Dev Anand's son, children of supremely wealthy film and music producers (hello, Kishen Kumar?!), all of them bled money for years before finally giving up. Lata Mangeshkar and Rekha tried to launch their nephews, the head of Tips created a launchpad for his son, but if luck didn't favour the chosen ones, even divine intervention can do little.
Fame and success are elusive mistresses.
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