Reviews are glowing, from Variety on down. The ball has been hit out of the park. An era has ended. A new one has begun: today is the day the world shed any remaining doubt that Michael Jackson deserved the crown of King of Pop.
Here's the best link I know that pulls together the largest number of reviews:http://www.rottentomatoes.com/m/michael_jackson_this_is_it/?critic=creamcrop.
This thread is to celebrate the massive shift in media and public perception toward Michael we are witnessing, which permanent confirms his legacy.
It is now accepted that Michael's death ranks with John Lennon's as the two most important era-ending events in popular music. John's murder was devastating for me; I remember that day like it was yesterday. I know MJ's death will be the same. We will continue to mourn Michael. But we can also allow ourselves to revel in this moment. Let's toast this day.
Here's an interesting starting point for meta-analysis:
Salon: "This Is It" is only the beginning
Here's the best link I know that pulls together the largest number of reviews:http://www.rottentomatoes.com/m/michael_jackson_this_is_it/?critic=creamcrop.
This thread is to celebrate the massive shift in media and public perception toward Michael we are witnessing, which permanent confirms his legacy.
It is now accepted that Michael's death ranks with John Lennon's as the two most important era-ending events in popular music. John's murder was devastating for me; I remember that day like it was yesterday. I know MJ's death will be the same. We will continue to mourn Michael. But we can also allow ourselves to revel in this moment. Let's toast this day.
Here's an interesting starting point for meta-analysis:
Salon: "This Is It" is only the beginning
In the days and weeks after Michael Jackson's death last June, I was less surprised by the extensive public outpouring of grief over this sudden and painful pop-culture loss than I was by the surly presence of those who carped that the response was just "too much." The latter group seemed to consist largely but not exclusively of past-middle-aged white guys dressed in figurative, if not literal, Buffalo Springfield T-shirts. Jackson wasn't that great, or that important, they grumbled. Other camps also derided what they saw as the media's Jackson grief overkill, holding his death (an apple) up against, say, the war in Afghanistan (an obvious orange), before launching into a screed along the lines of "If the media spent even one-quarter as much time focusing on the important stories ..."
But Jackson's death itself -- not the media's subsequent coverage of the estate haggling or the custody hearings, or the endless parade of "insiders" talking to Larry King -- was an important story, albeit the kind of story whose importance grows, not recedes, as time passes. I say that because watching Kenny Ortega's would-be concert documentary "This Is It," a chronicle of the ambitious comeback concert Jackson was planning at the time of his death, I realized that I still don't know exactly what Jackson's death -- or, for that matter, his life -- means.