The long-awaited biopic about Michael Jackson, the “King of Pop,” has arrived, but it feels more like a meticulously curated exhibit than a deep dive into a complex life.

A Legacy Prioritized

The film begins in 1982, depicting Jackson’s attempt to break free from the controlling influence of his father, Joe. He tasked his attorney, John Branca, with bypassing traditional publicity, wanting his music to speak for itself. Ironically, the filmmakers, Antoine Fuqua and John Logan, adopted a similar approach, prioritizing Jackson’s musical legacy over a comprehensive portrayal of the man himself.

A Sanitized Story

This resulted in a production resembling an over-produced concert documentary rather than a compelling cinematic portrait. The film’s reliance on the Michael Jackson estate significantly constrained its narrative. Access to Jackson’s extensive catalog came at the cost of a sanitized and carefully controlled version of his life story.

Lacking Depth and Objectivity

With numerous Jackson family members serving as executive producers, the film lacks the tension, grit, and objective inquiry needed for a truly impactful biopic. Instead of offering new insights into Jackson’s psyche, the movie functions as a cinematic hagiography.

The film caters to those who view Jackson as a misunderstood genius, intentionally sidestepping the controversial allegations that surfaced during his later career. It’s designed to protect a legacy, not examine it, offering a glossy reflection instead of an honest portrayal.

Technical Brilliance, Narrative Weakness

From a technical standpoint, the film is visually impressive and well-funded. Director Antoine Fuqua expertly recreates iconic music videos and concert performances with dynamic editing and camera work. Jaafar Jackson, Michael’s nephew, delivers a strong debut performance, capturing his uncle’s physical mannerisms and stage presence.

Colman Domingo’s portrayal of Joe Jackson and Nia Long as Katherine Jackson offer moments of grounded drama. However, these performances are limited by a script that adheres to predictable biopic tropes, tracing Jackson’s journey from Gary, Indiana, to his collaborations with Quincy Jones and his eventual conflict with his father.

Despite polished musical numbers, the film ultimately fails to justify its existence, prioritizing reverence over reality and leaving viewers with a hollow echo of the man behind the legend.