Michael Jackson was the most famous entertainer of all time, and even
today, his music still resonates with the public despite all the
disturbing allegations about his personal life. It's no surprise that
he'd eventually get a biopic, and it's finally come out. We all know how movies like this tend to go; they butter up the
person they're about and make them out to be a hero or whatever, and
audiences may or may not eat it up. This film is directed by Antonie
Fuqua; while Training Day has a strong following,
he's never been an objectively good filmmaker. His movies are just
entertaining. Sure, he's not the worst there is, but no movie with his
name attached is great. He's kinda like a black Michael Bay.
That said, this film is below even Fuqua's standard. It's basically just a heavily sanitized dramatization of MJ's life up to the 1980s. No, the issue isn't that it omits the child molestation scandals that tarnished his reputation in the 1990s and the 2000s; it's understandable that those things wouldn't be featured considering this film mainly ends in 1984 (with the prologue and epilogue set during a concert in 1988). But the main reason this film fails is that it doesn't address any of MJ's controversies whatsoever. Instead, it pretends that MJ's life from his upbringing to his heyday was mostly smooth sailing, devoting no attention to the controversies that surrounded him even during his prime in the 1980s.
Granted, a film backed by MJ's estate won't be unbiased in any universe; a film like this was obviously going to glaze MJ and treat him like a saint. But it should've focused more on MJ's traumatic upbringing and actually show what made him become the manchild who believed he was Peter Pan. I was surprised by how the film didn't actually focus on MJ feeling that he missed out on his childhood; sure, he's depicted as being very childlike as an adult, and the film implies that it's because of his arrested development, but you're never actually shown how his development got so arrested in the first place.
There's just one scene of his father calling him "Big Nose" and whipping him with a belt, and that's it. Although he's shown to be fascinated by the story of Peter Pan as a kid, he never really complains about having to constantly perform, and he's never shown to lament on his youth as an adult. In this movie, he's a manchild just because he is. Sure, I know not everything can be shown in a 2 hour film; personally, I wouldn't have devoted any time to showing MJ's childhood beyond a few flashbacks. Just one flashback to his father whipping him and his brothers during rehearsals, one flashback to his father calling him ugly, and one flashback to the kid MJ enviously watching other children play outside of Steeltown or Motown's recording studio would've been enough.
The latter would've been an especially good scene (MJ could have had the flashback while he's watching other children play outside as an adult to show that his development is arrested), especially considering one of the most honest things MJ said about his childhood was, "I remember going to the record studio and
there was a park across the street and I'd see all the children playing
and I would cry because it would make me sad that I would have to work
instead". But there's no such scene even resembling that in the movie. It's a huge missed opportunity.
MJ's sexuality isn't a point of focus, either. It's not even brought up. The film clearly intends for you to walk away thinking MJ was some holy asexual manchild, but even back in the 1970s, there were rumors that he was gay. As he became more famous as a superstar, those rumors only persisted more. Nobody seriously believed Tatum O'Neal or Brooke Shields were his girlfriends, and his unusual friendship with child star Emmanuel Lewis only raised more questions. But Tatum, Brooke, and Emmanuel aren't depicted anywhere in this movie, despite Brooke and Emmanuel famously accompanying MJ to the 1984 Grammy Awards.
Not even MJ's changing appearance gets much focus; the film explains that he has vitiligo and shows him getting his first nosejob (as well as him nervously looking away when his father discovers, which is probably the strongest scene in the movie because it's the closest it gets to acknowledging Michael had a damaged psyche), but that's it. Even before all the skin bleaching rumors that started around the time Bad was released in 1987, people were talking about MJ's plastic surgeries, so much that he threw a press conference in 1984 to quell the rumors (notably, he didn't even bother attending the press conference, instead making his manager Frank DiLeo deliver his message, which didn't help any matters for him).
Why not show how MJ reacted to the media's gossip about him? Instead, the film just paints him as an amazing entertainer who pretty much everyone loves; MJ's image and reputation is never made out to be problematic in the movie. Even in the black community, MJ's image was polarizing during his prime; his nosejobs were perceived as him trying to erase his natural African features. In 1984, Louis Farakkhan stated that his "female-acting, sissified acting expression" made him a bad role model for black youth (Farakkhan came to respect MJ later, relating to how he was persecuted by the media. He called MJ a "wise, young man, a "brother", and "a heart that beat for the love of humanity". It would've done wonders for the film to have shown black activists criticizing MJ at first, but gradually warming up to him over time. Or it could've shown some black activists criticizing MJ, and others embracing him).
That same year, Don King accused MJ for not embracing his black roots enough, stating, "What Michael's got to realize is that he's a nigger ...
He's one of the megastars of the world, but he's still going to be a
nigger megastar. He must accept that. Not only must he understand that,
he's got to accept it and demonstrate that he wants to be a nigger. Why?
To show that a nigger can do it". MJ was reportedly so offended by King's comments that he nearly sued him, but was talked out of it by John Branca. By leaving stuff like this out of the movie, we're robbed of what could have been some really good scenes. The Victory tour's infamous ticket controversy isn't discussed, either.
It's not like MJ's downfall only started with the first child molestation scandal in 1993. MJ was already headed for his fall from grace long before then. This film should've at least alluded to and hinted towards the troubles MJ would face in the future, especially considering that they're planning to cover his lawsuits in a sequel. But the only one of his struggles that gets foreshadowed is his addiction to painkillers when his hair catches on fire, and that's obviously just to make him out to be a future martyr.
Couldn't they have at least shown how MJ's relationship with his fellow Jehovah's Witnesses became more strained as he became more famous? The iconic 1983 "Thriller" video almost wasn't released because his fellow Jehovah's Witnesses considered it to be blasphemous, which resulted in MJ memorably adding a disclaimer to it. Eventually, the Jehovah's Witnesses excommunicated MJ in 1987 (according to Jermaine Jackson, the final straw for the Jehovah's Witnesses was the "Smooth Criminal" video). MJ's struggle to appease his fellow Jehovah's Witnesses could've made for some compelling scenes, but his religious beliefs are never brought up.
The acting isn't anything to write home about, either. Sure, MJ's nephew Jaafar does an alright job portraying him; his dancing is kind of stiff, but he nails the look and mannerisms well enough. Colman Domingo's portrayal of MJ's father Joseph isn't that bad, either, but I could've done without those stupid-looking prosthetics. I like whoever they got as Bill Bray, but everyone else in the film is totally unremarkable. Nia Long's portrayal of MJ's mother Katherine is as cliche as they come. Larenz Tate portrays Berry Gordy and Laura Harrier portrays Suzanne de Passe, but they may as well not even be in the film for as little screentime as they get. Same with Mike Meyers, who portrays Walt Yetnikoff.
Quincy Jones doesn't get much screentime, either. MJ's brothers are little more than background props. A few of his siblings, namely Janet, Rebbie, and Randy, are nowhere in the film. This was apparently because they requested not to be featured, so whatever, but not even Diana Ross is anywhere in the movie (she was originally going to be featured, played by Kat Graham, but her scenes were cut). So many notable figures in MJ's life get little to no screentime, but for some reason, John Branca is given a rather big role; he's played by Miles Teller of all people, which makes it very clear Branca was stroking his own ego (you can bet getting Teller to be in the film was a costly decision). I'd rather the film have depicted Frank DiLeo.
There are quite a few historical inaccuracies, too. "Never Can Say Goodbye" is performed before the Jackson 5 even signed to Motown, for one. MJ is given credit for coming up with Thriller's title when it was actually Rod Temperton, who only gets one mention in the film. Now how are you gonna do Rod like that? In the film, MJ and Branca sue Pepsi for his hair catching on fire, but in real life, he never sued Pepsi at all. And even though Bubbles didn't come into MJ's life until after Thriller, for some reason, this film depicts MJ as having bought him in the early 1980s. Bubbles's CGI recreation stuck out like a sore thumb; I almost felt like I was watching Planet of the Apes.
Overall, it's a pretty bad movie. Essentially, a worse version of 1992's The Jacksons: An American Dream television miniseries. If the filmmakers wanted to go the "Michael was a saint" direction, then they should've made him out to be a misunderstood man who was crucified by the media for wanting to recapture his "lost" childhood and not conform to the toxic masculine society of America in the 1980s. They could've shown how MJ persevered despite all the animosity he received from the media.
Unfortunately, in their refusal to even risk depicting MJ in a light that could be construed as negative, they turned the film into a dishonest, pretentious mess. It's blatantly obvious that this film was only made to repair MJ's image after the fallout from the Leaving Neverland documentary in 2019 (and also to overshadow the Cascio family's subsequent lawsuit accusing MJ of abuse). Since the film has become the highest grossing biopic of all time, it's probably safe to say that it's fulfilled its purpose. However, that just reeks of deception.
MJ's estate is simply trying to distract the public from questioning the more troubling aspects of MJ's life. This film simply exists to protect the Michael Jackson brand; its purpose is solely to make money, and nothing more. If you want to turn your brain off and go with the flow like a sheep, then don't let the critics stop you; bring your family and/or friends along for the ride, too. But don't pretend that there's any substance to this film.
Best scene: Michael being approached by his father after his first nosejob.










