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Before falling ass over tea kettle for The Hurt Locker the other night, I watched This Is It... because the fat lady behind the video counter insisted it was marvelous, despite my expressed disdain for the idea. She was raving about how good it was and how wonderful Michael Jackson was. So I finally just did it to shut her up.
It was appalling.
They tried to sync a bunch of shots with recordings of him singing the songs, but they screwed up in a bunch of places.
He sounded like he was dying of a raging sinus infection through most of it... bunch of snippets where he's saying he has to save his voice for the tour. He couldn't dance for shit. Just jerk one part or other. It was STUPID. He was VERY ill. He looked as though he would drop any moment through much of it, quaking and panting after seriously not anything much in the way of exertion. NO WAY would he have made it through even the first venue of the fifty-stop tour. That was plain as day.
He killed himself.
He ruined himself with the facial surgeries and nobody with two eyes in their head and two ears could have missed that. Making the doctor defend himself is probably about trying to keep a solid ruling of suicide off the books.
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04 April 2010
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