This movie meant more to me that any videoclip or any concert. Finally, I felt really close of his creativity, his love for what he have done over than 45 years, the way he put his heart, body and soul to the service of art.
When he did "Human Nature", I think my heart has melted. His devotion for the song was unbelievable. He felt each musical note, each word, each moment, each sound.
" I Just Can't Stop Loving You" was an interpretation full of passion. Backing vocal Judith Hill executed perfectly the job of being Siedah Garrett, Michael was trying to get more intimacy with her, incorporating the man of whom the song speak...
And then, "Billie Jean". All the dancers, the sound and light engineers, the producers, everyone applauded. This time, I wish to highlight the dance. The improvise brought more magic to the original coreography (I hate using the word coreography on Michael's jobs!), and I got the idea that he was being "electrocuted" by the music... I really don't have the right words to describe this performance. Maybe fantastic, legendary, delightful.
The idea of "Earth Song" really appealed to my humanitarian side. What he said about our planet, about what we should do to keep the earth alive, and then the message of the flower and the burned forest. It really brought tears to my eyes. How sad!
"The Way You Make Me Feel", "Smooth Criminal" and "Thriller" were really a surprise! But, when you talk about Michael, you can expect anything but the usual!
The new versions are awesome, I love them all. Like you can see, Michael's mind is always inovating.
The people, his friends, his family, all of them can say how weak Michael was before he died, that he didn't wanted to do the concerts, that he didn't have strength even to eat, that he couldn't walk or get out of bed.
I've seen This It It, and what my eyes saw wasn't weakness, sadness or contrariety. I didn't saw Michael stop for only one minute.
I saw the beautiful smile in his face, the sparkle in his eyes, the power of the rhythm and the excitement traversing his body.
My will is stay here and write about each moment and each song, but I can't, and attending to the fact that I don't wanna annoy anyone, I'm finished.
This Is It, intemporal piece of art, shows the intelligence and the huge talent of a giant soul called Michael Jackson.
"It is the single most brilliant piece of filmmaking I have ever seen. It cements forever Michael's genius in every aspect of creativity. To say the man is a genius is an understatement. He cradles each note, coaxes the music to depths beyond reality. I wept from pure joy at his God given gift. There will never, ever be the likes of him again."
"I truly believe this film should be nominated in every category conceivable."
Elizabeth Taylor
"More important, however, is that we rarely witness Jackson giving 100%: He frequently comments that he is saving his voice and body for the actual performances. Jackson certainly can’t be faulted for this, but it's questionable whether he would really want his fans to see him thus. Don’t get me wrong: 60% of Michael Jackson is still a pretty good thing [...] [Jackson] the noted perfectionist, at work, correcting others’ dance moves without missing a beat himself and giving notes, sometimes revelatory and other times inscrutable, to his music director and others"
Marjorie Baumgarten of Austin Chronicle
He turned his head to look over at me. " Yes I will. I'm losing hope. And even if I don't, I might as well. I'm losing my daughter to some psycho, I got stabbed 3 times, there's no use."
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Mom crinkled her eyebrows. " There's no use Summer. You can't convince him that he isn't going to die." She said, no hope in her voice.
Dad was still awake, but he was frozen in one position. His messy curly hair was tossed around and flat on the pillow. When I rubbed my palm over his, they were very cold. If you think about it, you're actually not sure if he'll make it.
I rested my head on his chest, tears rolling down my cheeks. I couldn't stand the fact the Dad could be leaving me too early...
When we arrived at the hospital, Dad was extremely pale. Sour tears rolled down my cheeks. I glanced over at Raymond, who was snickering.
I frowned. " Why are you laughing?" Raymond rolled his eyes and gave no response.
I tried to help Dad up, but his weight pulled me down too! Mom and I carried him in where they put him a stretcher.
A nurse came up to us. " I feel so sorry for you.I hope Mr. Jackson will make it through.The world would be messed up." She said, smacking her red lips together. She made a nasty look at Raymond.
" It's him!!! Security!!!!" She yelled, pointing at Raymond. His eyes were the size of bowling balls. " Uh-oh!" He grabbed his jacket ad ran for the exit.
Meanwhile, Mom and I were sitting there, staring at Dad. He slowly opened his eyes and mumbled something I couldn't catch. " What?" I said, putting my ear closer to his mouth.
" Don't leave me to die." He whispered ever so faintly.
I frowned. " Why are you laughing?" Raymond rolled his eyes and gave no response.
I tried to help Dad up, but his weight pulled me down too! Mom and I carried him in where they put him a stretcher.
A nurse came up to us. " I feel so sorry for you.I hope Mr. Jackson will make it through.The world would be messed up." She said, smacking her red lips together. She made a nasty look at Raymond.
" It's him!!! Security!!!!" She yelled, pointing at Raymond. His eyes were the size of bowling balls. " Uh-oh!" He grabbed his jacket ad ran for the exit.
Meanwhile, Mom and I were sitting there, staring at Dad. He slowly opened his eyes and mumbled something I couldn't catch. " What?" I said, putting my ear closer to his mouth.
" Don't leave me to die." He whispered ever so faintly.
