Just watched the Michael Jackson doc at Scotia Theatre in Toronto. This was supposed to be some great movie about the self proclaimed King of Pop. Fact is… It’s grainy footage of sub par rehersals, and it all caters to Ortega’s less than impartial view of who Jackson was. Sure, the guy was a performer. Sure the guy had talent. So do lots of people. Frankly, though… This film chewed the largest left testicle ever! Who cares?!
He’s dead. He’s gone. Good riddance. One more low life, scum of the earth is now in a better place. (Probably a really warm place. One filled with sulpher and flame…) Anyway… Does the film show that Jackson was in good shape… Kind of. He looked okay for a 50 year old weirdo with Peter pan syndrome. yes, he could still dance. Yes, he could still sing. But the movie itself… A collasal waste of my fucking time and money.
If it wasn’t for my three Bloody Mary’s with breakfast, it would have been entirely unbearable. (It’s not even worth renting the dvd. Save your money.)
