Pushy parents make childish celebrities
There is plenty of potential for excruciatingly addictive viewing
My Kid’s a Star 7.30pm, Nine
MY Kid’s a Star is what happens when you combine reality television, helicopter parenting and the notion that fame is an ambition in itself.
Given that from the moment they exited the womb ( and possibly even earlier) many children have been developing their talents in so many different directions that they make Bill Gates look like a slacker, it seems getting famous is a mere formality.
Especially for those with parents who are keen to live vicariously through their precious snowflake, even though if said child wanted to be a policeman at six, they’d hardly trot down to the police academy to enrol them. ( Thank goodness, because at six I wanted to be a nun, probably more as a consequence of watching The Flying Nun every afternoon than any calling.)
In My Kid’s a Star , all this is on parade as 10 parents and their children compete for $ 50,000 in a talent show where the parents’ Dina Lohan tendencies are as much a factor as any actual ability. I feel sorry for the kids having to go through harsh judgment, but looking at some of the outfits they’re made to wear, you suspect theirs isn’t an easy life anyway.
If you’ve seen the addictive Showbiz Moms and Dads on pay TV you’ll know that parents who want their children to be famous are horrifically compelling viewing, and My Kid’s a Star offers all flavours. There’s the mum who dresses exactly like her daughter and clearly wants people to say they look more like sisters. There’s another mum who dresses like a one- year- old and who scarily mouths the words as her daughter speaks in interviews. And there’s the dad who wants it much more than his son.
The judges, Sydney agent Max Markson and Hollywood agent Marki Costello, attempt to alert the parents to the fact that while their children may be talented, so are a lot of other youngsters. However, I miss Danny Bonaduce, who appeared in the first episode as a guest judge.
The former Partridge Family regular and child star trainwreck delivered angry and witty sermons on the pitfalls of fame to the parents in a bid to stop their offspring turning into him. Not a bad idea, as he slashed his wrists on his reality show.
Early episodes of the show have been slow, as host Cameron Daddo looks slightly nauseated by the whole experience and the show struggles to establish ( or manufacture) the participants for the audience, but there is plenty of potential for excruciatingly addictive viewing.
It would be nice to think the parents, after seeing themselves yelling at their children to perform better until they cry, would decide to throw out the whore make- up and send the kid into the yard to play, and then spend a good 40 minutes slapping themselves in the face.
But that presupposes a level of selfawareness that does not appear to exist. Watching them get yelled at by a muscly Danny Partridge was the next best thing.
Oh mother: The hopefuls on My Kid’s a Star