Jackson's work is kitsch. Even the better stuff is slick and empty.
Fred Astaire said Jackson was the greatest dancer of the 20th century. I refuse to believe he meant it.
Bad? Not in the way he wanted us to think.
I find it shocking that people make excuses for Jackson that they wouldn't dream of making for other middle-aged men who like to share their beds with children.
By the time of his death he was a freeloading junkie who indulged himself in every little whim- but couldn't be bothered to pay his staff.
Celebrity turns men and women into monsters. The strong-minded get out before it destroys every last scrap of decency and truth. Jackson wasn't strong-minded.