The Kenny Ortega Michael Jackson movie was well worth the admission price.
OK, I admit: I am a Jackson musical fan. That is partly why I enjoyed the documentary/music video. But even if you dislike the man, there is something fascinating in watching a man so obviously talented as a performer put together what would have been a fantastically creative show.
What comes through on celluloid is both Jackson’s eccentricity, his incredible energy, and his sincere wish to give his audience the performance of a lifetime. All that was inspiring enough for me to think, yep, he was still the reigning king of pop.
There is also something sober about watching the behind-the-scenes rehearsal knowing that Jackson is no longer living. I could sense a reverence in the movie theatre as the magic onscreen unfolded.
Whether you believe the film exploits MJ or brings out his true intent – and there are arguments for both – no doubt you would agree that losing someone so creative way before his time is truly sad. I mourn this loss.
— Laura J. Bagby
In a battle between “us” vs. “them,” no one thinks what it would be like to walk in the enemy’s shoes. The groups are clearly demarcated and everyone knows exactly what side they are on.
The Celluloid Critic 