This Is It
If you’re interested in talent, fascinated by greatness, love Pop music and even if you don’t, run, don’t walk, play hooky from school, skip work and go see Michael Jackson’s movie, “This Is It”. I did last night and I’m going to go back and see it again tomorrow night.
I’m going to take a night off from my presentation of the Ira Awards because I’m just so filled up with the incredible experience of seeing that movie. I must have broken out in tears and sobs of joy and wonder about 15 times during the movie – no exaggeration. For me, it was a completely overwhelming experience.
You can say what you want about his personal life, but Michael Jackson is the great talent of our time. He wrote tremendous Pop songs, he sang so purely, so sweet, so funky and so incredibly rhythmic that it makes me laugh out loud at the wonder of it, and the man is right up there with Gene and Fred, and Mikhail and Rudolf for that matter, as a dancer. This man’s talent doesn’t ooze out of him, it pours. He is, for me, the consummate performer of our time.
Last night’s movie proves it, and it was just the rehearsal! That’s right! Michael never made it to the performances and so, through the wonderful world of film, we’re allowed to attend his rehearsals and see the man create, watch the mind at work, see how he attends to every tiny little detail and get a glimpse at just how greatness is attained.
Much of the time he is marking (a relaxed 75% energy performance that often performers do in rehearsal when they want to save their voice), but even in the marking we see the greatness, the stunning energy of the man readying his 50 performance tour at the age of 50.
I absolutely loved the way he used silence in both his music and his dance. This is one of his “tricks”, but it produces incredible positive tension, drama and fascination. He is an absolute master at stagecraft and is, of course, surrounded by the best in the business – the tech crew, his director, Kenny Ortega, his totally cookin’ band led by musical director and keyboard wizard and funk-meister, Michael Bearden, and a hoard of some of the best dancers I have ever seen.
This movie, this entire experience was a gathering of some of the greatest talent in the world led by the King, himself. The respect that they show Michael in the film and the love and appreciation that they have for his amazing talents bring even another thrilling insight to the film. They just love the man.
I’ve always said that the experience of putting on a show is really, at its core, the experience of putting on a show of love. First the cast has to love the work, the content itself, then, as they develop it in rehearsal, they have to fall in love with each other and the director and the costume designer, the set designer, and stage manager.
Then when they finally get to performance they have to fall in love with their audience and if they’ve done everything right, the audience loves them back. They laugh, they cry, they see life on new dimensions. In the end, the audience stands and applauds, sending that love back up on the stage and completing the circle. The cast bows and sends it back out and the circle of love goes round and round.
When the audience leaves, they say to one another and to the rest of the world, “I loved that show!”
Well, I loved that show. And I just love Michael Jackson and thank God for his gargantuan way-showing talent. Yes, you’re right, I’m running out of adjectives, but in the end, there’s no way to describe this experience. You have to see it, to believe it.
The human race lost one of its best in Michael. Thank God for this film. It has captured a musical genius at work.
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You have made an interesting observation, Peter. What is it about us as a society that has an obession with making heroes and icons and the need to tear them down?
Sandra,
Michael’s sweet disposition and great professional strength filtered through everyone in the company. A lot of weird things have been said about MJ over the years. Meeting him here in this film and watching the man work only makes me respect the words of the paparazzi even less than before. How can anyone be so clear onstage and so unclear off? What you bring to your art is your life. Unfortunately, it seems that in America today we push people up on to the pedestal, and then the moment they get there we reverse the process and start trying to pull them off. A confused society…
Kenny,
I also loved the moment when Kenny Ortega, Michael’s director, suggested that the spotlight come up on Michael and Michael sensitively said, “No, I need to step into the light from upstage”. Kenny immediately turned to the lighting designer and said in essence, “Do what Michael wants”. No ego, no power struggle, just great professional respect between two top pros. A great lesson for us all.
Ah, bless you Peter for this praise on your site, when I hear, at least a few, who don’t “get it”! And some of them coming from “spiritual” perspectives. I have to say I was one who enjoyed the music all those years, never saw the videos (I’m a jazz/classical person) and pay little attention to the personal lives of celebrities. So, unfortunately, Michael had to pass from our experience for me to “get it” and fall in love. I then did some careful research to understand the worldwide uproar.
I agree wholeheartedly with everything you say and then some. I wrote some of this on the NYT website, that an irony might be that many of us would never have “gotten it” without that movie, which may not have been made if the show had gone on. How seldom we get to see genius, artists behind the scenes, as they really are. See the humanity, the reverence, the affection, the electricity they elicit from those around them. I can’t wait for the video (saw the film twice myself) so I can watch it over and over again, savor the wonder.
So, what if Michael had known who he was as a spiritual idea? Ah, could we have dealt with it? The magnitude of it? A successful personal life to sustain the artistic one? The only thing that keeps me from crying my eyes out is knowing he lives on. And his gift to us will live on, is living on. I’m actually glad he doesn’t have to deal with all the scrutiny anymore, but sad he didn’t find peace with us. And sad to say, he’s not the first, thinking of your reference to Judy Garland, or others with these gifts and no foundation to support them. There’s work to do if you ask me to reduce the number of people who’s gifts are buffeted around by this experience we call life.
Anyway, as an artist friend whom I wouldn’t have expected to be interested in him said, after attending the film with me, there’re no words to describe the film, the man. From an artist’s standpoint, you have to experience it! I feel that way, you have to feel it. Words cannot describe the man, or the film. But, thankfully a lot of people “feel it”. Thanks to Michael for giving his all for love.
Thanks again,
Sandra
(“See” you in church)
Peter,
HI, great journal and great blog! And what a tremendous movie.
I have NEVER been an MJ, fan, my loss apparently! I too cried a lot during this movie and I had to see it 3 times in 4 days, just so I could relive the inspiration again and again. My wife looked at me strange when I went for the 3rd time to the last showing here in Fort Wayne at 9:30 PM on a Monday night.
Being a hard-core jazzer I was blind really to the pop world in general and specifically during the ’80s I was strictly doing 20s-40s music. Instantly though, I could see his talent and dedication and real genius. Being a documentary, it really dispensed with the film technology and cinematography aspects and allowed the audience to focus on the talent and the show and the man.
My favorite part was where he told Kenny Ortega that he would “feel” a certain video cue, even though his back was to the video screen. “I’ll have to feel that, I’ll feel it,” he said. And we all did. Tears.
My second favorite part was where Michael is telling M. Bearden to play like the record (we both recognized, I’m sure, where Bearden is sloughing off the fact that he’s not playing it like the record, for which there is no excuse) and Bearden says something like, “I thought you might want some more ‘booty’ in there”. MJ just turns away and half-heartedly chuckles saying, “yeah, booty, that’s funny. Just play it like the record.” He was very generous of spirit, imho.
And when his hand reaches out to touch/fondle that beautiful dancer in “The Way You Make Me Feel” it’s absolutely explosive! Any heterosexual watching that could not possibly question his heterosexuality, imho. *(Also great how the movie does not make us suffer through any media or hype crap.)
Thanks for feeling the same way I did. I have told many about it, but it seems that one must be on a certain creative level to understand (and therefore, cry about) his creativity, struggle and genius.
I think this movie should be required viewing for anybody in show biz, period.
Thanks for sending me the blog link, and congrats on a great one! I get teary-eyed just thinking about that movie and what kind of life it took to produce it.
Your pal,
Kenny