One of these days somebody is going to make a Michael Jackson documentary that isn’t filled with sycophants and grinning admirers coo-cooing about his electric dynamite white-sock coolitude. I like a lot of his music too but somebody needs to do a real portrait of the guy some day, a doc that says “look at this freak and how super-popular he was and still is, and how nobody wants to really look at the twisted truth.” Today it’s still “my God, he was such an amazing genius and now he’s gone.”