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Michael Jackson's This Is It 

Movie Review

Published November 4, 2009 at 8:44 a.m.

Many reviewers appear confused or at least forgetful in their attempt to place this documentary in its proper historical context. The Hollywood Reporter’s Kirk Honeycutt is typical of the memory challenged, writing that This Is It “can be called the first concert rehearsal movie ever.” Um, Kirk, maybe you’ve heard of a little film called Let It Be?

The pictures share a number of similarities. Both shed light on the creative process of hugely influential artists. Both take the viewer behind the scenes as the artists rehearse for upcoming London concerts. In both cases, though for dramatically different reasons, those concerts never took place.

The differences between the movies underscore the ways in which This Is It fails to satisfy; the degree to which it amounts not to a significant artistic record but to an intermittently diverting curiosity. For one thing, The Beatles were still creatively active at the time of filming. The cameras caught them in the act of making some of their final music — imagining immortal songs, bar by bar, into existence. Jackson, by contrast, was merely prepping a greatest-hits revue.

Shot at Los Angeles’ Staples Center between April and June of this year, the footage documents rehearsals for the performer’s planned 50-show farewell extravaganza at London’s O2 Arena. Following his death on June 25, insiders quickly saw the value of the 120-plus hours of high-def video. While the rest of us were waiting for toxicology results to come in, members of Jackson’s camp were busy taking bids from salivating studio executives.

Sony paid a reported $60 million for the footage. The question then was what to do with it. It couldn’t be cobbled into a concert film; there was no concert. It didn’t contain the raw material necessary for a traditional documentary, either; conspicuously absent are anything resembling interviews with the film’s star or glimpses into his life outside the rehearsal hall.

The decision was made to call in Jackson’s stage-show director, Kenny Ortega, and let him figure it out. The result is an often-slapdash stitch job focusing on the collaboration between the two friends. Ortega is as much costar as filmmaker here, conferring with the singer on cues, translating his often oblique instructions to the band (“Let it simmer”) and generally doing yes-man duty as Jackson issues edicts pertaining mostly to minor production details.

While it does reveal a performer in apparent fine spirits and good shape, the film is hardly a portrait of a visionary glimpsed “in the feverish grips of pure creativity” (Honeycutt) or “a spirit embodied by music” (Roger Ebert). No new music is created; Jackson’s dance moves are familiar; he deliberately saves his voice during run-throughs, so there are no soaring vocals. On only one or two numbers — “Beat It,” for example — does he attempt to match the energy of his backup band.

You have to wonder how ho-hum the other hundred-plus hours of footage must have been for Ortega to devote as much time as he does to kitschy short videos he intended to intersperse throughout the live show. A particularly hokey one, set to “Smooth Criminal,” inserts a fedora-sporting Jackson into vintage black-and-white footage and features a machine-gun shoot-out between the singer and Humphrey Bogart. This is the kind of thing we expect to see in Billy Crystal’s Oscars opening montage, not in the King of Pop’s triumphant return from self-imposed exile.

Bottom line: The spectacle Jackson was preparing might well have given him the appropriate note on which to close his long, controversial career. However, I think even die-hard fans will concur this isn’t it.


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>Running Time: 115 minutes

>Rated: PG

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Rick Kisonak

Rick Kisonak

Rick Kisonak is a film reviewer for Seven Days.


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