
This isn’t about the child molestation accusations that began in 1993. A previous cut of the film initially presented the first accusation as a shakedown, but that was changed with costly revisions. Now, the film stops covering Jackson’s life before the 1988 Bad tour, circling back to that period and hinting at a possible continuation. However, the movie struggles to connect key moments from Jackson’s life into a compelling narrative, lacking dramatic tension. It doesn’t offer much insight into his personal life, his artistry, or his complicated family relationships. Michael barely maintains enough momentum to move between musical performances, which seem to be the film’s primary focus. Watching it feels less like experiencing a movie and more like being led through a lifeless museum exhibit, where each scene is recreated with an unsettling, almost-but-not-quite-right accuracy and without any emotional depth.