"Mr. Ortega has described the material in “This Is It” (the title is shared by the concert and the accompanying CD) as “honest, raw, unguarded, right up until the day he died.” Well, as honest as a carefully packaged, multiplatform pseudo-event like this one can be, anyway. Truthfully, it is hard to imagine a supernova like Mr. Jackson, in particular one who grew up so publicly and at times pathetically, sharing anything honest, much less raw, on camera, either because he won’t or he can’t. In the end, all you can expect from such manufactured lives — and perhaps all that we’re really due — are glimmers of the figure left amid the fractured and distorting funhouse mirrors."All you can expect from such manufactured lives, and deaths...
More Jewish mock death. Mock death should have been one of the articles in The Protocols of the Elders of Zion - Wikipedia, like false-flag attacks in general.
Well, I just saw the film and there is not an authentic moment in it---no, I take that back. Watching Kenny Ortega chew gum was worth the $10.50 price of admission.
The aborted Michael Jackson concert enterprise must have carried expensive business insurance, which must have paid out millions to cover the costs. Whatever proceeds this film generates should go back to the reinsurance companies.
I couldn't find a Jewish name on the credits until the multiple law firms scrolled past me.
There is a contradiction in the narrative here. If Michael Jackson was as cardio-vascularly fit as I'm sure the insurance policies demanded, he would A) not have needed the extreme intravenous drugs he was said to have taken the night he died to go to sleep, and B) they wouldn't have killed him. This is not a Judy Garland/ Marilyn Monroe celebrity overdose.
The concert was to have included everything in the Jackson oeuvre. What we never see him do in the controlled environs of the film is sweat. In concert, the mortuary wax holding his face together would have started to melt. He could have never performed this concert because Michael Jackson was a brilliant pop performer without a face.
This film was an end-product. What performer rehearses in lipstick and sunglasses?