That was it.

Having grown up as a kid, watching his moves in awe and mimicking them later with constant repetition of his songs echoing my hallways; I’m definitely fortunate to have been in the same ‘living’ era as Michael Jackson, more importantly to have somewhat grown up with him, in my music life. The movie-mentary reveals Michael in his truest form, so a tune, a perfectionist; almost genius-like in his zeal to entertain the people he allegedly loved to death.

A happy ending. Ironically. I say if you’re MJ, and you wanted to be remembered for only eternity, why not do it colossally right? After all, people are always more vigilant when matters of life and death are involved. I’m not saying he did it on purpose, but still what a way to go eh? I’ll give Michael props for that.

Creativity: 9/10 but only because Marilyn Monroe, Kurt Cobain and Heath Ledger did the whole overdose thing already and seriously it’s getting old. I want more heroic deaths like… owh… the army.

 moonwalking on a tank!? wicked!

But they’re not famous, haven’t had bathes in a long time and probably talentless. Lackluster. Sigh, I despise how the average human brain works.

Coming back, years from now I can see myself watching MJ videos in front of my StarWars-like Helio 3D Display thingy-ma jig telling my children how boys wanted to be like him, and girls wanted to be with him, regardless of how old or young they were, where they were from or what language was spoken, his music universally crossed all borders and he was undoubtedly the greatest entertainer that ever lived.

And that is a massive understatement.



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