There was a time when the surname Khan carried with it a certain cinematic heft, a legacy built on charisma, craft, and crowd-pulling capability. But in the case of Ibrahim Ali Khan Pataudi—son of Saif Ali Khan and Amrita Singh, and the latest nepo-kid attempting to stumble his way into stardom—legacy seems to be both his only qualification and his biggest burden. After a forgettable appearance in Tashan as a child, Ibrahim made his adult debut in Netflix’s Nadaaniyan (2025), a romantic comedy so lifeless and unwatchable that even the forgiving OTT audience swiped away with more urgency than the film’s editors.
Now, Ibrahim is back—if one can call it that—with Sarzameen, yet another straight-to-digital release, raising eyebrows not just for its bypass of theatrical scrutiny, but for the very obvious attempt to cushion his underwhelming presence with the gravitas of Kajol and Prithviraj Sukumaran. So far, trailers and songs have shown us two things: Kajol remains magnetic and Prithviraj brings the weight of a seasoned performer. And Ibrahim? He oscillates between looking mildly confused, vaguely constipated, or simply uninterested. The emotional range, if we’re generous, sits somewhere between blank and slightly blanker.
It’s not just that Ibrahim can’t act. Many newcomers struggle in their first few roles. But what’s most damning is the sheer absence of screen presence, of effort, of hunger. No spark. No individuality. Just a carefully PR-curated boy-next-door image, crafted through gym paparazzi shots and gossip columns linking him to other nepo-kids, as if that somehow compensates for the glaring vacuum of talent. If being spotted outside a pilates studio or being romantically linked to someone with famous parents were enough, half of Bandra would be starring in movies.
The larger problem here isn't just Ibrahim—it’s the system that keeps pushing unprepared, unskilled star-kids into the spotlight while side-lining far more deserving talent from the margins. Sarzameen looks to be yet another case study in nepotism's diminishing returns, a film that may find fleeting attention due to its cast but is doomed to be remembered as the project where a rock tried to act—and succeeded only in being a rock. If the industry insists on pushing names over nuance, it shouldn’t be surprised when audiences start walking away, tired of propping up mediocrity wearing a famous last name.