Like many of Michael Jackson’s fans around the world, I was saddened by his sudden passing. I wrote about his death on that tragic day. Since then, I have deliberately kept from writing about Jackson after his death because the last thing I wanted to do was to add to the ridiculous amount of “news” about him.
When I heard about the release of This is It , I wasn’t sure whether I wanted to see it or not. As more information has been divulged, I was sickened by the Jackson family’s actions, especially Michael’s father.
Over the weekend, Viola and I went to the movies to go see Pirate Radio, but instead ended up seeing This Is It. Kudos to Regal Cinemas (in Lincolnshire, IL) for working with our situation and giving us free passes to see the film. (Yes, managers there deserve a shout out!)
I won’t give a full review to add to the plethora of already existing ones. All I can say is I am happy I saw the film in the movie theater (even if it was unintentional) as opposed to waiting for the DVD. There is no question MJ could still dance and sing. This is It gives a behind-the-scenes glimpse of MJ’s musical genius and vision.
The one thing I took away from the film is how much MJ really loved performing. There were moments where he just couldn’t help but get into it. The first time was during “I Just Can’t Stop Loving You” when he failed to “preserve his voice” while singing a duet with Judith Hill. Another time was during “Billy Jean,” when he became enraptured by the moment dancing all out for the audience – his dance crew.
This Is It displays MJ’s mastery of musical timing. MJ’s ability to understand when to pause and for how long is pretty intense. For the soft-hearted man that is shown in the film, the musical force he was preparing to unleash onto the world would have blown minds away.
Throughout the film, there are no signs that MJ was on drugs or suffering with pain. If MJ was struggling with any pain, then the film illustrates how much he wanted these performances to be a success. It showed his greatness in a time of distress. Kind of like when Dallas Cowboys running back, Emmitt Smith, played with an injured shoulder wearing specially-made pads delaying a necessary surgery. The point being, Michael was willing to give his all by disregarding any discomfort he may have been experiencing.
For a man who was compelled to take people to a magical place and transform their lives for a few hours, it is sad that MJ died lonely with no one able to give him what he needed – a person who loved the man rather than the superstar.