But leaving “Pirates” aside, can anyone look at Willy Wonka and not think of Michael Jackson? Consider the reclusive lifestyle, the fetishes of wardrobe and accessories, the elaborate playground built by an adult for the child inside. What’s going on here?
The thought didn’t cross my mind until reading Roger Ebert’s review after having seen the movie. And I have to say the comparison seems completely wrong to me – built on a few superficial similarities and ignoring the heart of the performance. Roger has in the past said, wisely, that you should judge a movie by what’s in it, rather than what you bring to it. I think he may have a little too much Michael on the brain.
My name is Jeff, and I write this blog. I work as an interface designer in Denver, CO. I am also an amateur musician and an atheist.
