Michael Jackson – like Elvis – left the building at a shockingly young age, inadvertently bestowing this rehearsal documentary to posterity. It’s quite the confection, demonstrating the singular brilliance of an otherworldly showbiz creature while leaving us wanting more.
The movie makes clear that Michael’s nonpareil performing talent remained undiminished. It also makes clear that the forlorn London shows would have been spectacular. Finally, it makes clear that MJ achieved the showbiz apotheosis he compulsively sought. And then he died.
Worth seeing by more than just hard core MJ fans, This Is It entertains and illuminates in equal measure.
Michael saved his voice while rehearsing the company, making many songs sound like karaoke tracks. Fortunately the dancing, music and production are so stupendous, MJ’s absent lead vocals only dent the performance, not destroy it. Plus his marvelous instrument is shockingly compelling when he gives full voice to Beat It, Black or White and a handful of other songs.
Come to think of it, the karaoke-like numbers will probably be hugely popular when TII comes out on video since MJ fans will be able to karaoke with the man himself.
Cinéma vérité brilliance: of movement, of rhythm, of production, of pop. The show that Kenny Ortega was cooking up with Michael comes across as a cutting edge spectacle, illuminated in the film by vignettes with the video production team, costume designers, lighting designers, choreographers and band members.
Given structure by the creation of the show itself, the film opens with dancers being auditioned, followed by musicians rehearsing, the star making his first rehearsal appearance, etc. It ends with a group pep rally where Kenny Ortega speaks for the entire company in pledging fealty to Michael. Shortly thereafter, the star overdosed and died, an unpleasant turn of events the film scrupulously avoids.
Crotch thrusting, dick grabbing and pole dancing make a mockery of MJ’s protestations about a too crude world. More innocent fun comes from the made-up goblins in Thriller.
Much as I hate to admit it, Michael Jackson’s music is central to the soundtrack of my life. ABC and I’ll Be There were on heavy rotation in my fifth grade class. A decade later, boys in the Port couldn’t stop playing Beat It. “Beat it, beat it, don’t you wantto…” over-n-over-n-over again, up and down the block, boom-box on shoulder, one white kid in particular pedaled his bike back and forth, repetitively listening to the same f-in’ song. “Fuck” I’d sigh.
The hell with my life however: In the history of showbiz, no star ever burned brighter than MJ.
This Is It shows that none of that was a fluke. Now he’s truly a showbiz immortal.
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1 La Liz dubbed him the King of Pop.
Regarding Wick’s Review
I’m not a Michael Jackson fan and I wish the news would stop talking about him. However, being such a fan of music and after hearing all the reviews, I may have to see this. Good review, Wick.