Moonwalker

[poliphilo]

I caught the end of Moonwalker yesterday. Michael has just saved the lives of three Dickensian orphans- two older boys and a little blonde girl-  by blasting an evil drug-dealer to bits.  Transformed into a starship, he zooms off into space and is intercepted by a comet which scatters stars.  The Dickensian orphans mourn him on the Dickensian streets of their Dickensian city. Then a leaf stirs in a supernatural wind and a dark silhouette is seen posing at the end of a foggy street.  It's Him!  He's back!  He tells them he couldn't leave them. There are hugs, tears.  He takes the children to the back entrance of a nightclub. The door opens and they are enveloped in billowing clouds of dry ice.  Inside the children are scared by the creepy darkness, but they needn't be.  They are greeted by an obese, pony-tailed roadie and reunited with a smelly-looking dog. The roadie escorts them to a vantage point in the wings of  the theatre.  There's a full house.  Everyone is waving glowy green sticks. And here's Michael again, in a skin-tight,  rhinestone studded uniform.  And here's his band, all punky and fetished-up. They back him through a strutting, crotch-stroking version of John Lennon's "Come Together".

You want to know what the insides of Michael Jackson's head were like?  Watch this film.