I had the chance to see "This is It" in Los Angeles this week. And I'm still trying to figure out how I feel about it.
It seems like just a little while ago that I was watching news stories of Michael Jackson's passing and watching videos that he'd made long ago. His death had been sudden and shocking, followed by a remembrance process that was celebrative and winsome. But seeing a new film, with new images, about a man who's passed away, is very, very confusing on the emotions.
I can't tell whether this was "Instant Nostalgia" or "Delayed Mourning." "Blessed are those who mourn," says the scripture. It also says, "There's a time to mourn." Watching "This Is It," I found myself trying to get emotionally connected to whether that time had come and gone, or was still with us, or was starting anew.
That said, "This Is It" is a celebration of a man in the prime of his desire, though not of his career--someone committed to repainting himself publically according to his gifts, talents and passions rather than the controversy and confusion that had so marked his more recent decade.
As movie stories go, "This Is It" really doesn't have one. It is documentary-ish, which actually makes it all the more powerful, as the sheer force of Michael Jackson's presence--and our knowledge of his impending death--provides the dramatic tension, the plot, the conflict, the constant knowledge of the fatal flaw and the denouement.

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