Photo © 2026 Lionsgate When I heard the film critics spluttering about Michael outside the screening room – it ends abruptly in 1988, with no mention of his copious child abuse allegations – I felt faintly sad. Not for the Jacksons, who controlled the production, nor for the disgraced Pied Piper of pop, wherever he may now be. But for those far down the food chain of the movie. The CGI team who rendered the faces of the menagerie – snakes, llamas, a stately giraffe – that stalks the Jackson family home. The audio team, who took an imitation of an inimitable voice, added just the right amount of crowd and echo, and turned it into a Wembley Stadium performance. I felt sad for Jafaar, Michael’s nephew, who as the lead role, calls into question the movie’s refrain of “there is no one like Michael” by delivering every yelp and move so well.…