The first time I saw a full portrait of Michael Jackson was in a newspaper — I still remember it being in Malayala Manorama, on a day that remains memorable. At that time, I wasn’t someone who read newspapers or even knew who Michael Jackson was — but that image stayed with me. It had already taken a place in my mind. From there, the next step felt natural, especially for a 90s kid — to discover him more.
Years passed, but that curiosity never really left.
Then came this film.
None of the films I have seen could motivate me the way Michael did. And this film does not try to force that belief on us. It does not keep repeating that he is a hero. Instead, it lets us arrive at that feeling on our own.
And in a way, we already know Michael — not just as a person, but through the music and moments that continue to live within us.
A special applause to Jaafar Jackson for bringing that presence back to life. At times, it does not feel like a performance — it feels like he is living the moments of Michael’s life.
How does the film feel?
The film moves simply. It does not try to complicate things. It allows us to follow, observe, and slowly connect. What makes it stay, though, is not just the story, but the feeling it leaves behind. This Michael Jackson movie offers a unique experience that stays with you.
There is a certain richness in the experience. Not something material, but something you carry within. A kind of energy that builds quietly as the film unfolds — and even after it ends, it does not leave immediately.
They were not just background characters. Unlike many films that focus only on the central figure for entertainment, this one gives space to everyone around him. The family, friends, and the team behind Michael Jackson are shown with depth and intensity — not just as supporting figures, but with a sense of respect that feels genuine.
Watching this in a theatre makes a difference. The scale, the sound, the presence — everything feels stronger. It is not just about watching; it is about being there, inside that experience.
What stays in the end?
At the same time, it feels like this is only a part of something bigger. There are layers yet to be explored, moments that feel like they are waiting. It leaves you with a quiet thought that there might be more to come.
For someone who grew up in the 90s, this feels personal. Not in a loud way, but in a quiet, familiar way — something that connects without needing explanation.
And one thing is certain — if I had not watched this in a theatre, it would have been a miss.
Some films pass by.
Some stay.
This one, for me, is still moving.
