FilmiBoi

So many people are bashing the big stars for the kind of booth-capturing they have done in the industry, the most recent case being Sushant Singh Rajput's death triggering probes of involvement of big-banner folks. Sushant was an ordinary, a nobody, so to speak, in the film industry. He aimed for the moon (all puns intended) and got a few stars in his bucket. But just think about a young prince born to a Bollywood music legend. Life would be easy, a casual observer might think. But no. Pancham's life is an ironic transition from ruling turntables, churning out hit after hit, and then watching the tables turn, as a helpless, hapless soul. A man who was, at one time, offered film after film, sans daddy SD's aegis, was left to rot like a crumbling, fumbling, insecure composer–like a mutilated Mozart. And people say that the biggies gate-keep just the actors. What made me tear up watching this documentary was the fall of this heroic composer, sans hubris; his only hamartia bein