Too Big to Fail

After racing to the theater to catch the highly anticipated release of “This Is It” last night, I woke up this morning to an upsetting and utterly appalling critique of the film, written by New York Times writer Chris Richards.

Chris, I can only conclude that every morning you wake up on the wrong side of the bed and perhaps, this is a mere reflection of your discerning disposition on any given day. But as a zealous fan of the King of Pop, I cringed and clinched as I digested your chilling thoughts this morning. [along with my granola bar for breakfast]

It’s painfully obvious that you're short sighted and lack depth to appreciate the biggest artist in music history. I mean, it's rare for mere mortals to materialize the vision of a musical genius and you're a prime example. During the 111 minute film, I'm going to assume that you were too busy jotting down your preconceived perceptions that you paid little attention to the actual footage. There's no way that we saw the same concert.

Last night, I saw the magic behind a well-woven production in the making, while you saw nothing more than a string of dress rehearsals? I caught a glimpse of Michael's peerless voice ringing in full throttle. And at age 50, he easily upstaged his dancers while shuffling through his signature moves to say: “At least you get a feel of it.”

And you consider that half-singing and half-dancing?

Sure, during rehearsal he baby sat every aspect of production just as anyone with a superior inclination for music would do. To us, he bickered with his music producer over 808s and voice infliction, when in fact; his bionic ears deciphered every vibration and sound pattern of the song.

We did, however, agree on one thing and one thing only. The dry run of “I Can't Stop Loving You” was undeniably the film’s highlight. My heart melted instantly as Michael crooned his hit and poured out bits and pieces of his raw soul.

Don’t worry, I won’t spill anymore details ― just go see it yourself. I don't know what you were watching Chris, but I caught a glimpse of someone whose passion for music left little room for disappointment. Everyone's entitled to an opinion I guess. So, in the words of Michael last night... let it burn and the lights out.

Goodnight.