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Bollywood, truly not for all Indians

Shawn — Thu, 26 Mar 2009 17:02:16 +0000

Greetings my well wishers

I’ve blogged after a long long time, hell I can say its almost been eternity since I last blogged. Anyways I won’t make any excuses for not being active for so long.

Lets begin with the issue I’m addressing with this blog.

There have many many of those so called PATRIOTIC Indians who have always come up with the world’s most pathetic generalisation, i.e. by stressing on the fact that, “You are not a true Indian if you are not obsessed with Cricket & Bollywood“.

Now as you all know that I’m by no means a Cricket lover (& Sachin or for that matter Sir Bradman are not my Gods), but I do believe that Cricket runs in the blood of a large majority of Indians, as it truly unifies us and our Cricket team now represents almost every colour of the diverse multicultural rainbow our great nation is.

So yes, we can say that a large majority of Indians are Cricket maniacs.

But when the talk of Bollywood comes in, I beg to differ (In a major way).

Often Indian Cinema, is presented to western audiences as Bollywood. And Bollywood doesn’t mean simply Hindi Movies.

It means all those Hindi Movies of post 90’s era that are Loud, Cheesy, Over The Top, Logicless, Melodramatic, NAACH GAANA RONA DHONA infused kind of Nautankis whose plots are mostly plagiarized from South Indian & Bengali as well as Hollywood, European & even Persian and Korean movies now.

Theres much more to Indian Entertainment than Yash Raj, Dharma Productions, Balaji, Rajshree Productions, Red Chillies Entertainemnt and the movies of Sanjay Leela Bhansali, David Dhawan, Ram Gopal Verma & Mahesh Bhatt.

For me, good Indian Hindi Cinema (not Bollywood) is the Cinema that didn’t believe in extremes. Extremes being either Poverty & Misery (The Sudhir Mishra, Deepa Mehta, Madhur Bhandarkar & now Danny Boyle school of movies) or Extravagance & Aristocracy (The Chopra, Johar, Ghai & Bhansali school of movies).

Indian Hindi Cinema for me are the movies I can relate to, the movies that make me feel, “Fuck Man, this can really happen“. Its that cinema that had pioneers like Guru Dutt, Hrishikesh Mukherjee, Vijay ‘Goldie’ Anand and now today Anurag Kashyap, Nagesh Kuknoor, Rajat Kapoor & Dibakar Banerjee are the torchbearers of that cinema. And yes that cinema is by no means Shyam Benegal, Muzzafar Ali or Govind Nihalani’s largely unwatchable parallel arthouse cinema.

I was just going through an old issue of Society magazine (September 2008) and I read the following comments from some Shuchi Pandya, a jewelry merchandiser in Mumbai. I simply puked, yes puked after reading her comments. I was so disgusted by reading them. Luckily there was some Heineken Beer available to drink to calm myself down. Heres what she says -

“If you take all the pieces of Bollywood out of our lives – the celebrities on the billboards, the item songs in the nightclubs, the stars on Page 3, the brand endorsements by the hearthrobs – Indians would find their lives to be completely empty,” said Shuchi Pandya, a jewelry merchandiser in Mumbai. “It’s subconscious. Even if you don’t enjoy Bollywood movies, it becomes a part of your life.”

Well, I don’t have a very high opinion of the current generation of both Resident & Non-Resident Indian masses when it comes to their choices in entertainment (the success of shitty films like Om Shanti Om, Dhoom 2, Partner, Hey Baby, Welcome, Race, Rab Ne Bana Di Jodi & Ghajini etc as well as the growing popularity of sensationalised & voyeuristic Hindi news channels, Ekta Kapoor’s Melodramtic Over The Top Saas-Bahu Serials & Himesh Reshammiya’s ear piercing Nasal Music, all together prove my point) but this generalization is simply untrue.

Ms. Shuchi Pandya should speak for herself/himself and the Bollywood fans she is friends with and not generalize that all Indians lead lives of such pathetic and unrelieved shallowness that the only matter animating them is Bollywood movies. The editorial team at Society magazine are idiot sensationalists willing to convey the impression to their ‘Vilaayti‘ readers that all Indians are empty-headed morons.

Apart from me, there are many Indians I know, for whom Bollywood movies occupy limited or no space at all in their minds.
Down with this Pathetic Generalization.

To prove Shuchi Pandya worng, I must remind everyone that not all Indians are obsessed with Bollywood. People in the 4 Southern States (Tamil Nadu, Karnataka, Kerala & Andhra Pradesh) are much more connected with their cinema than they are with Bollywood. No wonder Rajnikanth in Tamil Nadu, the late Dr. Raj Kumar in Karnataka, Mohanlal in Kerala & the now politician Chiranjeevi in Andhra Pradesh are far more popular in their respective states and within their respective communities all over the world than any Khan, Kumar, Khanna, Kapoor & Bachchan. After all, unlike the plastic, Designer Attired waxed chested heroes of Bollywood with their artificial Six pack Abs & Steroid pumped Bulging Bisceps, the South Indian hero in most cases has been dark skinned, moustached, pot bellied and wears a lungi. In other way, the Southern hero is just like the average South Indian man and hence people of the South relate so well with them and no wonder they worship them as Gods.

Even Bengalis are not so much into Bollywood (Mithudna & Prosenjit are equal to the Khans there) and the rural population of UP & Bihar has now started connecting better with the Bhojpuri movies as Bollywood mostly glorifies Punjabi culture – all Yash Chopra, Subhash Ghai & Karan Johar movies prove the point. No wonder, in the UP-Bihar belt, Ravi Kissan & Manoj Tiwari have come in the same league of mass popularity as the Khans while Nagma is also in the same league as Aishwaria Rai or Katrina Kaif.

And the people of North East have developed a strong liking for Korean Cinema as its very rich in content (much richer than Bollywood) and a North Eastern would obviously love to see an actor or actress of their race on the screen.

So this proves that a large percentage of the Indian population, almost 35 to 40% of it doesn’t have Bollywood stuck in their heads. And why should they? After all, Bollywood has always been Stereotyping most of them.

Pseudo-Intellectual Directors like Mahesh Bhatt & Karan Johar praise Mumbai by saying that “Bollywood best represents the city’s cosmopolitan soul.” I suppose Bollywood style cosmopolitanism means taking digs at other communities and promoting cheap stereotypes of other communities. I suppose Bollywood style cosmopolitanism means plagiarising Western and now even Persian and Korean movies. I suppose it also means having its own caste system, where hoplessly untalented nincompoop sons and daughters of yesteryears stars (Tusshar Kapoor, Uday Chopra, Vivek Oberoi, Esha Deol, Zayed Khan, Adhyayan Suman and not to forget Abhishek Bachchan & Harman, oops Hurman S Baweja) with well known last names but little or no acting talent are promoted as super stars. If this is their ‘soul’, it is time some one put it to rest.

Now, talking about being cosmopolitan, here’s where Bollywood respects Maharashtrians. (Now I’m not even remotely a Marathi and neither I’m a supporter or admirer of the looney and eccentric Thackeray parivar). In a scene from the movie “Phir Hera Pheri” that appears close to 2 hours into the movie, where Johny Lever rips through a painting of a Lady. In that scene, when the knife cuts through the painting on the other side, the person on the painting looks remarkably similar to Sant Tukaram , one of the most popular Maharashtrian saints from the Bhakti movement. If Bollywood cosmopolitanism stands for attacking the sentiments of the people of Maharashtra, then I think Marathis really don’t need it in Mumbai. The Bolywood people can make Allahabad a cosmopolitan city, as they define it as the home of the 1st Family of Bollywood.

I have observed that these Bollywood folks sell their shit to the foriegn audiences as movies that are Indian and that represent Indian people, their traditions and Culture. But the fact is, most Bollywood movies have been only glorifying North Indian, that too mostly Punjabi culture. But we can’t help it can we, after all, more than 80% of people involved in Bollywood since the past 5 decades are Punjabis.

Look at the recent Popular Bollywood movies, Dilwaale Dhulaniya Le Jaayenge, Gadar Ek Prem Katha, Kabhi Khushi Kabhi Gham, Kabhi Alvida Na Kehna, Veer-Zaara, Hey Baby, Partner, Namastey London, Baghban, Bunty Aur Babli, Jhoom Barabar Jhoom, Dhan Dhana Dhan Goal, Jab We Met, Apne or the recent releases Singh is King, Dostana & Rab Ne Bana Di Jodi. Almost all these movies had characters who were Punjabis (and mostly played by North Indians) and settings in Punjabi culture.

Being a Delhiite, most of my friends are Punjabis and I love Punjabi culture for its celebration of life with Bhangra, Food & their Grand Weddings. But is Punjabi culture the only rich & vibrant culture in India?

Why are not Bollywood makers making movies about other ethnic groups of India?

If we can have a Singh is King, why can’t we have a Godbole is Great , or Iyer is Incredible or Banerjee is Brilliant or Patel is Perfect. Whats wrong with that u Bollywood makers.

In the past few years as I’ve observed, not a single major Bollywood movie is made with a Marathi, or a Gujrati or a Kashmiri or a Gharwali or an Oriya as the protagonist. The last time Bollywood went to Bengal was for Parineeta in 2006 and went to Assam in 2001 with Daman. And Manoj Bajpai’s Swami in 2007 was the only time in the past decade that Bollywood made a movie on South Indian Culture.

Theres not even a single Bollywood movie so far that features a major character from the North East. I see no surprise in people of that region not watching any Bollywood stuff and preferring Korean movies, after all they represent their race.

And Bollywood does sterotyping big time. Why are South Indians shown as minor characters, that too only as Dark Skinned “Annas” – Restaraunt Owners or Buffoons. Why are Nepalis reduced to foolish Shalaam Shahab type Watchmen. Why are Goans shown as only alchoholic and lazy Catholic Christians saying Hey Man, Kya Man. (The Truth is Goa has more Hindus than Christians and not all Goans – Hindus or Christians love alchohol nor they talk in Hey Man, Kya Man lingo). What about Gujratis & Marwaris, why are they only shown as Miser, Evil, Middle Aged and Pot Bellied Businessmen? Why are Parsis (Zorastrians) usually shown as middle aged, goofy & asexual loosers (all those roles Dinesh Hingoo plays)

And talking about Marathis, well most of them are shown as cheap people. Either Evil Corrupt Cops who are killed by the ‘Hero’ in the end (the way Marathi actors like Sadashiv Amrapurkar, Shivaji Satham & Sayaji Shinde are depicted in Bollywood movies). Or Marathis are shown as Dumb & Goofy Constables (Havaldars) the way Ashok Saraf & Late Laxmikant Berde were depicted, or as rude Taxi Drivers (Nana Patekar) or as Kaamwali Bais (Maids). Or they are reduced as Dumb (though hilarious) Caricatures like Babu Rao Apte – Paresh Rawal’s character in Hera Pheri movies.

CNN IBN editor-in-chief Rajdeep Sardesai once said in an interview of his with Asha Bhonsle - “You are not a Patriotic Indian if you don’t watch and like Bollywood movies”.

I say – “Hell with it, with this stereotyping, Bollywood is by no means a litmus Test for any True Patrotic Indian”.

Bollywood clearly doesn’t represent all Indians as equals, and neither most of its movies are made kepping in mind the diversity of the different Indian cultures & ethnicites. As the Blog says, Bollywood is truly not for all Indians, and unlike most Bollyheads don’t want to listen to, its good to know that Bollywood is not a National obsession as many would like us to believe.

Now one of the readers of this blog and my close friend, Simranjeet Singh whose a Hatta – Katta Sardar (Sikh), that too a very proud one and who has spent a lot of time in Jullundher (the heart pf Punjab) and whose also not a Big Bollywood fan, has these things to say after he read this blog-

Regarding Bollywood, I can’t even tell how much pissed I am on Bollywood which is suffering from Punjabiphobia. I am pissed not because of the overdose of punjabi culture but because what is shown in these movies is not even eligible to qualify as punjabi.

For Bollywood, Punjabi culture means sarso ke khet, couple of tainu-mainu dialogs, big families dancing & dancing & dancing. Sadly these movies doesn’t even seem to be made for a normal moviegoer, they seem more like the works of Punjab Tourism Department.

And the major force behind this is Chopras. They have ridiculed punjabi culture in every possible way. Their characters are laughable, they cannot even mouth the dialogoues properly. I am not asking for them to say every line in punjabi but they should keep the characters real.

Take a look at Dibakar Banarjee, his movies are believable. In both of his movies – Khosla Ka Ghosla & Oye Lucky Lucky Oye, in spite of not having many dialogues in punjabi, he made the audiences believe in characters. We know that the families are punjabi. He is one of those rare talented filmmakers who knows how to keep the authenticity of the characters.

Brother you are mistaken that these movies glorify punjabi culture. Infact they just do the opposite becuase if that wasn’t the case then how can one justify the works of chopras, johars, countless scenes of showing sikhs as stupid people (topping the charts is Singh is King) barring few movies like Gadar, Border, Sarhad Paar.

And why do we single out only Sikhs or Punjabis?
What about people from North-east who are labeled as chinkis or chowmeins, people from Bihar and UP who are often portrayed as filthy, pan chewing gangsters for whom only 3 things are important – Desi Katta, desi sharaab, and some naachne waali.

So we have here a proud Punjabi who his himself Pissed off with Bollywood’s Punjabiphobia and who has proved that Bollywood, doesn’t glorify, rather mocks Punajbi culture. Bravo Simranjeet paaji for your valuable contribution.

So, Ms. Shuchi Pandya and your ilk, think 1000 times & do some research the next time you Generalize Indians. Yours Ms. Pandya is a classic case of the frog in the well thinking the whole world is in the well. The stupidity which passes for intellectualism in our culture, shows the intellectual degradation of the elites.

GODMEN or FRAUDMEN

Shawn — Sun, 14 Sep 2008 15:42:27 +0000

Greetings my well wishers.

Its been ages since I last blogged. I’d been writing too much on movies, can’t help it. Cinema has seduced me in such an intense manner, that even Cleopatra can’t make up for it. I must plead gulity here of spending my time watching too many movies and not taking out time to blog.

But better late than never.

Many of you know must have heard about The AOL (Art of Living) and its founder SSRS — a.k.a Sri Sri Ravi Shankar, a.k.a Param Pujaniya Gurudev Sri Sri Ravishankarji, a.k.a His Holiness, the Maha Param Pujaniya Gurudev Prabhuji Vishwa Vidhaata Bhagwan Mahadevji Sriman Sri Sri Ravi Shankarji Maharaj. As my misfortune would have it, a month ago I fell seriously ill with not one but two ailments. First being Acidity that caused excessive burping and acute headache and the other being a really bad cold the was persisting for almost 10 days. I was a sick man for about 3 weeks and was not doing anything productive due to the illness, including not coming online. After taking many antibiotics and sipping a lot of antacid ENO, I somehow recovered last week. So one of my mom’s acquaintances, a neighbourhood Aunty who works as an Art of Living Instructor (or Sewak as she and her ilk prefers to be called) recommended to my mom that I should undergo a 1 week Art of Living Course to get my body purified from all toxins and negativities by doing the various Kriyas (forms of Yoga). Despite my constant refusal, my mom booked me for this course as she, like all other caring Indian parents never wanted me to fall ill again. Although both my parents don’t believe in any Babajis or Godmen or Cultists, my mom thought that in the Art of Living, they only teach us different kinds of Meditations and make us perform various Kriyas to cleanse our bodies. But she was wrong. Although they do teach all the ways of mind, body and soul purification, its only 40% of the course. The rest, and major part of Art of Living is about His Holiness, the Maha Param Pujaniya Gurudev Prabhuji Vishwa Vidhaata Bhagwan Mahadevji Sriman Sri Sri Ravi Shankarji Maharaj’s (henceforth shortened as HHMPPGPVVBMSSSRSM) Pravachans (Sermons), which is actually a sort of Propoganda, just like Communism, Nazism & Hindutva.

His Holiness, the Maha Param Pujaniya Gurudev Prabhuji Vishwa Vidhaata Bhagwan Mahadevji Sriman Sri Sri Ravi Shankarji Maharaj (HHMPPGPVVBMSSSRSM)

Now as a liberal, modern, unorthodox, non-superstitious, open minded, optimistic, positive thinking, educated person who has a Clear Perception (Ok enough exaggeration for myself), I personally as well as my family don’t believe in any Cults or any Godmen or Messengers of God.

Be it the Anti-Christ or Gothic movement, or Isreal’s Zionism and Kabbalah, or Joseph Smith Jr’s Mormonism or Tom Cruises’s publicized Scientology (Actually a creation of a fiction author L. Ron Hubbard) or even India’s very own body of beliefs on sex OSHO and also The Radha Soami movement that its follwers consider as a true way to realize God, I as well as my parents and many of my friends find all of them to be creepy and also ways of brainwashing people and ruining their lives.

And its not just these cults, its also these Gurujis & Babajis (Godmen) that I find to be hoax. Be it HHMPPGPVVBMSSSRSM (I’ve alreday explained its full form above) or Puttaparthi’s Sathya Sai Baba, or Asaram Bapu or Morari Bapu or Smt. Jaya Rao or Amma or Sri Sudhanshu Maharaj or Maha Yogi Pilot Baba or His Holiness Baba Hardev Singh ji’s Sant Nirankari Mission, all these Godman & women are actually or fraudmen & women as well as salesmen and women.

We all know that all these Cultists and their movements and missions are actually a cohesive social group devoted to beliefs or practices that the surrounding population considers to be outside the mainstream. And thats what these Cultists want us to be, away from the mainstream, be it our diet, clothing and god knows even sexual prefrences.

And these cultists are not restricted to Hinduism. Among Muslims there is the so called Scholar of all things Islamic, Dr. Zakir Naik who brainwashes Muslims about the teachings of Islam. Naik has extolled the moral and spiritual superiority of Islam and has lampooned other faiths and the West in general, also fostering a spirit of separateness and reinforced prejudice even among educated liberal muslims. While many of my Muslim friends have said that many things Naik wants Muslims to adopt are not listed in The Holy Quran and Naik, like all other Babajis, is doing this just to make money and live a luxurious life.

And among Christians, how can we forget the Faith Healer (or Fake Healer) Benny Hinn. He has promoted himself as a Christian healing evangelist and a child of Jesus himself. Like Zakir Naik, Benny Hinn has extolled the moral and spiritual superiority of Christianity and has lampooned other all faiths, majorly Judaism and Islam and has openly badmouthed homosexuality. His Divine prophocies have all been hoaxes, be it God destroying America’s Homosexual community in 1995 or Death of Fidel Catsro by 2000 or devastation of USA’s East Coast by several Earthquakes in 2003 or election of the first female president of the USA by 2004, while this is not happening even in 2008. His most absurd claim is that Adam (Of Admam & Eve) was a “Superbeing” who could fly to the Moon.

Harry Potter and the Grown-Up Fan with Dung for Brains

Shawn — Fri, 06 Jun 2008 00:17:00 +0000

The year was 2001 and I had only been 15 at the moment when I picked up the hugely overrated book, “Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone” off the shelf. The hype was prodigious and I had started to feel kind of left behind as conversations like these cropped up consistently:

“Dude how many parts of Harry Potter have you read?”
“Er.. none?”
“Are you like kidding or what? I’ve read all four of ‘em”

Reading Harry Potter wasn’t a choice for kids back then and it isn’t even a choice for kids even today. Honestly speaking, this might actually be a good thing if one assumes that the Harry Potter novels are actually increasing children’s interest in book-reading. Realistically speaking, however, Harry Potter novels don’t contribute that much towards the reading habits of children. The attention span of most of the teenagers who read Harry Potter as their first book is usually depraved by the media-hype surrounding He-Who-Must-Be-Bought. After being done with the wizarding-world, most of them won’t even trouble themselves with reading books that aren’t mundane/controversial enough to get everyone buzzing with ballyhoo à la Da Vinci Code. Consequently, their mental-growth is indentured with that of Harry. Few years later, you’ll see them in the role of adolescents “confessing” their pedophilia love for the Hogwarts’ lot.

Harry Potter novels are good — for kids — period. Nevertheless, I had this irresistible urge to compile a list of seven paramount reasons why the Boy-Who-Lived can suck it for good and why grown-up people who think Harry Potter is thoughtful have dung for brains. Just because Rowling’s publishers crunched out the same kids’ stories in a jacket with real life photos calling them “adult versions” doesn’t mean that the novels don’t retain their puerile themes and narration (sour disappointment for anyone who was wishing for threesomes between Harry, Ron and Hermione while opting for these versions). I limited the number of reasons to seven for obviously pertinent reasons. Without further ado, here they are:

Every Tom and Dicky Harry: Have you ever wondered why the Harry Potter universe is so riddled with stereotypes? You have an antagonist who loves none, cares for none, is uber-1337 when considering power and has a name feared by almost everyone except the protagonist. The protagonist quite facetiously is someone who doesn’t really like all the attention but has a fame of mythic proportions in his own world; who beats the most-powerful-of-them-all wizard despite being a n00b himself time and time again and who, in any possible stretch of imagination, can’t act evil or exhibit characteristics such as narcissism, vanity or megalomania. Moreover, the protagonist isn’t money-conscious either but is somehow left with a crap-load of fortune by his parents. If you have spotted all this, pat yourself on the back. If you haven’t, try contacting Dr. Jack Kevorkian as he might be able to rid this Earth of your ignorant presence and do us all a favor.
Potter Mania: Millions of teenagers spent billions of hours reading and re-reading Harry Potter novels for “clues” about the future happenings during the past decade. Whether it was about Harry’s penis scar feeling itchy after seeing a Voldemort-possessed-Ginny or about a gleam of triumph in Dumbledore’s eyes after hearing Harry recall events of his encounter with Voldemort, you always had a few dozen actively-participated discussions about the future novels in any of the fan forums at a given moment. At the release of final novel, my BBC news feeds started showing quotes from the “waiting fans” and typical examples would include: “I had thought and contemplated about Harry Potter ever since I started reading the book a decade ago. What am I gonna do with my life now?” Speaking of life, Miss Harry-Pooper-Makes-Me-Wet-Junkie, how about getting one, like for real? If you do have any worthy analytical skills at all, aren’t they better honed while studying something boring like History or Political Science for example? But then, if you did have the acute quality of introspective reading, you would have realized anyway that wasting many years of your life speculating about a fictional wizard is well … quite moronic.
The Emo Jo: Ever since the Order of the Phoenix hype started to build up, Rowling would find reasons to mourn for “killing a very-important character which was close to her heart” and sell the story to BBC. Ironically, the story would always top the clicks everywhere and fans would start telling each other: “OMG, did you hear? JKR was crying for the death of one of the important characters. I wonder who will it be?” And then they would go an a reread-the-previous-novels spree to find clues about the one who’s going to die. Her last emo bewailing was a masterstroke, no doubt. All the news sources in the world suddenly deemed that mothers grieving the loss of their children’s lives to war and famine are somewhat less important than Rowling shedding tears over ending of the “saga”. If it wasn’t already disgusting enough, Rowling then made a comment about Charles Dickens. Explicating the fact that the latter was feeling dejected after the two-years’ authoring of the novel David Copperfield had finished; Rowling said: “To which I can only sigh, try seventeen years, Charles.” Excuse me? It just so happens that there are writers (read: Tolkien) in history who had been authoring the same story for about half-a-century but didn’t whine about cessation of the writing process at its end. It doesn’t even appear to be deliberate. Perhaps being emo is a natural outgrowth of her being a woman. Who knows?
Movies: Anything which was remotely appreciable about Harry Potter’s cult following was completely overshadowed by the film adoptions. The virtually inane motion pictures with crammed story-lines and acting deserving of the Golden Raspberry Awards actually managed to sell BIG with a capital B (and I and G). Not only that, but the movies also opened up a whole new dimension for hippies who preferred to waste their time by ruminating about what’s going to be included in the next movies and what’s not. I’m sorry, but my suck-o-scope has just started spinning uncontrollably.
Lord of the Rings comparisons: Anyone who seriously compares the two is decidedly juvenile; and I’m being empathetic enough by not calling him a retard.
Out of proportions universe: I don’t know about you, but I prefer fantasies that at least regard matter and mass as balanced entities. On the other hand, in the Harry Potter world, we have rooms that enlarge themselves at their inhibitors’ wishes, small pouches that can accommodate libraries and methods of traveling which allow you to disappear and appear instantly at anywhere within the country. All this made me feel really uneasy; to an extent where I expected Hermione to conjure a Disneyland anytime, Cartman style. Alright, that last point was intentionally hyperbolic, but it ain’t as far-fetched as it seems either. With the endless supply of Dei Ex Machinis that Rowling seemed to have, I couldn’t convince myself to rule out the possibility of something like that happening.
The Ending [Spoilers!]: As I was progressing through the last book, the darker tone and the implication of Harry’s submissive death really started to sound impressive. My hopes of a cogitative ending emphasizing the nature of sacrifice and anonymity real-life heroes die in were crushed as soon as Harry returned from the King Cross station. The epilogue became Rowling’s waterloo; as she transmuted her storyline into a soap opera where you see all the characters happily playing with their kids after 2 decades. And yeah, it was absolutely despicable.

Harry & Bush Potters

That’s all, folks!