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At 11 years old, I learned about Michael Jackson’s death while grabbing ice cream with family at Cold Stone Creamery-a moment that stuck with me, even though I’d only recently discovered his music. That early introduction came when my dad played “Wanna Be Starting Something” during a car ride, surprising me since I hadn’t realized it sampled a Rihanna song.
More than a decade later, Michael Jackson’s legacy still commands attention. The new film “Michael,” led by Jaafar Jackson, offers a glossy, Disney-esque portrayal of the pop icon’s life. Despite its upbeat tone and plenty of familiar references, I couldn’t shake a lingering unease while watching the two-hour-plus movie.
For viewers unfamiliar with Michael Jackson’s story, the film reads like an inspiring tale of triumph over adversity. It highlights his troubled childhood with an abusive father, his loneliness-symbolized by his bond with his pet chimpanzee Bubbles-and his ascent to superstardom through music, dance, and sheer determination.
Key moments include visits to sick children, the unifying message behind “Beat It,” surviving a near-fatal Pepsi commercial accident, and his 1988 Bad Tour. But then the story abruptly ends, glossing over any controversy or hardship that followed.
This sanitized version feels more like a fairy tale than a full biography. And while the film certainly celebrates Michael’s incredible talent-reminding me just how timeless his music is-it also sidesteps the elephant in the room.
The allegations of abuse that have shadowed his legacy are completely absent. Notably, the movie reportedly had to remove references to Jordan Chandler due to legal settlements.
As someone in the entertainment industry, I’m aware of the complex, painful conversations surrounding Michael Jackson. While he was never convicted, and his estate denies all accusations, ignoring these issues in a major film sends a troubling message about accountability and the voices of victims.
“Michael” mainly caters to devoted fans eager to relive iconic moments-the recreated “Bad” concert at Wembley, the legendary “Thriller” dance, the moonwalk on “Billie Jean.” Jaafar Jackson’s performance is a highlight, capturing his uncle’s voice and moves with remarkable accuracy. Yet the film’s emotional depth is shallow, missing the opportunity to explore the darker realities behind the scenes.
The ending hints at a sequel with the phrase “His story continues,” but that feels like an uneasy promise. Can a follow-up balance the magic with the truth? Hollywood’s primary concern is clear-this film and any future installments will make money, leveraging the enduring power of the King of Pop’s name.
In the end, “Michael” is a fan service tribute that dazzles with music and nostalgia but avoids the complex truths that define the man behind the legend.