Larry Cruz51 said:The film is absolutely fantastic for the fans, mainly because it features so much music throughout the runtime.👍
It is truly remarkable how Michael Jackson still possesses those incredible moves and how perfectly everyone knows their parts... simply flawless!
Those who watched it without being true devotees mentioned finding it a bit dull, as they were expecting more behind-the-scenes action—more chatting with the dancers, the singers, and so on...
It honestly feels like you were right there at a Michael Jackson Dangerous Tour Rehearsal, which was wonderful for me (especially since I was actually one of those people who bought tickets for the concert that ended up being canceled):-)
An absolute Epic fail at the premiere: this one guy imitating Michael Jackson was just terrible.😂
The founder of an American fan club gave such a pathetic, overly sentimental speech that the entire audience couldn't help but laugh. It felt as if Michael Jackson were lying in a casket right in front of her while she spoke... and then, to top it all off, she sent him a message in English saying, 'If you are there...'🤣
I’ve never been much of a fan of his, to be honest. I ended up seeing that movie entirely by accident because my friends dragged me along, and frankly, I actually regretted agreeing to go.
And once the footage had played out just a bit further, it finally hit me like a ton of bricks: Michael Jackson had died!
I honestly don't even know how to begin describing that complete reversal. Contrary to what anyone would expect, MJ remains absolutely captivating even in his later years, specifically because of the sheer speed and explosive energy he brings to the stage. He has assembled a crew of dancers who don't just work for him—they worship him. These performers grew up looking up to him as their ultimate inspiration, and now they’re finally living out their lifelong dreams by sharing the stage with him.
And then we arrive at absolute perfection. We’re talking about a masterclass in vocal ability, movement, and pure musicality. MJ possessed these lightning-fast dance moves—that signature rhythm of move-pause-move-pause—where every single pause was punctuated perfectly by a drum hit or a sharp beat in the music. He moved with this otherworldly grace, almost like he was floating, or like he was walking forward while some invisible force was pulling him in the opposite direction. Honestly, looking at how thin he was, he was practically skin and bones; it makes you wonder where on earth he pulled all that energy from.
There is absolutely no playback happening here. What we are witnessing is pure, top-tier professionalism. He assembled an incredible group of musicians and meticulously crafted a spectacular production. Every song is accompanied by custom-made video visuals designed to complement the music—which some people might mistake for playback, but that’s a complete misunderstanding of the craft. These visuals are carefully synced to mirror the energy of the original music videos. Of course, MJ surrounds himself with the best in the business—vocal specialists, world-class musicians, and elite choreographers—but at the core of it all is his singular vision. He dictates exactly how a song needs to sound, how every note should be played, precisely how a track concludes, and exactly how the choreography should unfold. It is his blueprint from start to finish.
He passed away just a few days before that first concert was set to kick off. The stage was absolutely flawless—we’re talking high-end video backdrops perfectly synced to the performance, a tight group of dancers, a world-class band... everything was primed and ready. After months of grueling rehearsals, the music and choreography were in total lockstep, all wrapped up in a style that was unmistakably his and unlike anything else out there.
And now, he's gone. Just like that.
There are people left standing in the wake of months of grueling, relentless work—all those intense preparations they went through alongside MJ. They were the ones feeling that crushing tension in their chests right before he stepped out for the first performance, and by the end, they absolutely adored him. Now, he’s gone, and all of that shared history, all that effort and emotion, feels like it has vanished into thin air. There is nothing left.
Just imagine the kind of people who are standing there right now, completely ready to put on a massive show, only to find out there’s absolutely nothing left to perform. It’s honestly pathetic.
I’ve never really considered myself an MJ fan, but honestly? This is something you absolutely have to see.