Oscar: the children of the stars on the red carpet with their parents

AND that you don’t bring us the babies of Hollywood blood on the red carpet at the Oscars. So that it increases the sense of privilege amidst howling crowds and reporters asking, “What do you want to be when you grow up?” (a competition between carpenters and teachers paid by the state). Of course you bring them. It has happened in the past and it will happen againeven if today they are no longer the “children of VIPs”, they are the “nepo babies” – where nepo stands for nepotism. Pejorative-chic formula that brings together all the lucky ones who, in short, have had a little bit of free road, and Steven Spielberg invited to dinner.

It must be remembered: Drew Barrymorenephew of John – beloved actor and hardened drinker of the 30s and 40s – she already went to the Oscars as a star, still sober (but only briefly), of cinema. She was in the cast of ET the extraterrestrialthat year’s top grosser, and did so with a plush stole (hopefully). Instead baby Angelina Jolie, before the incestuous kiss with her brother, she appeared at the ceremony next to dad Voight twice. The first all in lace with two Rector’s shoulder pads; the second more grown up with a slap hairdo and propeller plane-style jib.