REVIEW – Michael Jackson’s This Is It

•November 18, 2009 • Leave a Comment

Fade out

Michael Jackson’s This is it
Directed by Kenny Ortega

(Inquirer Libre Nov 12 2009)
BITIN (roughly, abruptly short). That’s the best word to describe Michael Jackson’s This is It. Shown in theaters worldwide in the last two weeks, the presentation proves MJ’s boxoffice draw even after his untimely death.

It’s essentially an edited behind the scenes footage of his rehearsals, a veritable collection of his All Time Hits from Beat It to Smooth Criminal to, of course, Thriller. Michael Jackson’s This Is It, fittingly as the credits rolled in the beginning, says that the movie is for the fans.

This is not a documentary. At least not in the strict concept that a documentary still has to tell a story, because there’s no stories here exept showing that MJ rehearsed. It provides little insight save for a few comments voiced by director Kenny Ortega, who would have directed Jackson’s final concert in London if not for the accident. If anything, This is It proves MJ as the consummate performer, and that his music and his dance moves will  stay influential for a long period of time.

Is it cinematic? No. As a presentation, it felt like I was watching a theater-sized special section of a concert dvd. That guarantees that I’ll buy the original dvd when it comes out and play it in my 6.1 surround speakers. It may not be the concert itself, but very much close to attending one.

I was able to catch MJ’s Manila leg of his HIStory Concert at Asiaworld in Pasay back in 1995. I was near to the stage enough to see which songs he sang live and which ones he lip-synched. But he danced, and it was him live, so it didn’t matter if “Hello Manila” and “I love you Manila” were his only attempts at audience interaction.

In the movie, seeing him up close perspiring, or with day-old stubbles, or simply talking normally, takes away the icon behind the gloves and shades and reveals as real a human being as we can see him. Hearing the songs in a THX-certified cinema also helped in creating that (pre-) concert feeling.

If there’s any surprise that This is It showed, it is that his dancers are the other stars of his shows. Just before the Smooth Criminal segment, footage of auditions for his principal dancers was shown, at some point, making me “wow” at a guy who was, as best as I can describe it, bounced on the stage on his back. Did it also help that they all looked good, male and female dancers?

A favorite piece is the section on The Way You Make Me Feel, showing “construction workers” silhouetted high above a skyscraper and climbing down as MJ began singing the song. In Thriller, he showed the same old moves as featured in the classic music video. Interestingly, the movie showed that the production filmed new content for Thriller in 3D format. I seriously doubt this applicable in the concerts, so I must surmise that they had planned to put this feature in the dvd version of the full concert.

In Billy Jean, MJ proves without a doubt that he is a performer unparalleled, when he starts dancing solo without music, gyrating to the beat that existed only in his mind. Finally, I was surprised at how updated he was on environmental issues, as he was aware that there are four years left to work on our issues before the tipping point comes. That made the last piece of the film less trivial for me.

This Is It may not be the best way for MJ to bid farewell to his fans, but it is what we have and it’s more than good enough. This movie emphasizes how much we enjoy his persformances, that it would have been better if it had been the real show. Then again he was gone too soon.

REVIEW – 500 Days of Summer

•October 26, 2009 • Leave a Comment

Sweet Disposition

Review by Vives Anunciacion

Inquirer Libre, OCtober 26, 2009

500 Days of Summer
Directed by Marc Webb

photo_08_hiresGood times, for a change. Indie movies poured in from the States last week (like The Informant and Hurt Locker), it’s like bad Hollywood movies never existed.

Most days of the year, movies are unremarkable. They come and they go without making any lasting impressions on the course of a life. The past week however offered more than the regular for film fans.

500 Days of Summer was a huge hit in the recent Sundance film festival. It is a perfectly accessible film, one that gives warm fuzzy feelings like a bowl of comfort food or your pet dog’s fur, made more fuzzy by an insanely fantastic soundtrack collection. And it’s contagious. And it’s conta-gio-uh-us.

This is a story of boy meets girl, but you should know upfront, this is not a love story. Well, it is, except the film’s narrator tells the audience it’s not.

The boy, Tom Hansen (the talented Mr. Joseph Gordon-Levitt), studied to be an architect but instead found ready employment as a greeting card writer. The girl, Summer Finn (current “it” girl Zooey Deschanel) digs Ringo Starr, named her dog after Springsteen and dabbles art from painters Magritte and Cezanne.

Since childhood Tom thinks he won’t ever be happy until he meets “the one.” In contrast Summer believes that love is fiction. Tom meets Summer on January 8th at work. I’d like to remind you that the movie’s title is 500 Days of Summer. There is an ending to this story. And it’s not necessarily what you might think.

A friend coined the term maindie (MAINstream + inDIE) to describe these types of films that combine indie aesthetics with Hollywood cuteness. After all, the very inclusion of funky cool soundtrack MAKES this a regular romantic comedy and drowns whatever “honest” portrayal of casual relationships and unrequited love the movie supposedly pertains to.

Summer was most likely written for Dechanel, cast because of her big blue eyes and singsong pixie-ness. Gordon-Levitt was already a revelation in The Lookout, but he surprises here in an open-air dance sequence that rivals those shot in Central Park. L.A. never looked so good.

500 Days is an uncomplicated film, destined to be the quintessential indie Valentine flick it probably aimed to be. While it doesn’t set the bar up for independent cinema, it is exactly the type that makes regular filmgoers like indies. And it’s contagious. And it’s conta-gio-uh-us.