有盆友问我敢不敢去看奥德赛。我说敢。首先我最喜欢的作品是伊利亚特，你们如果看过二十年前皮特版的特洛伊，就知道我容错能力很可以。那个都忍了。

其次，今年我的最讨厌电影已经有了。应该不会有更差的了。以下为 abstract:

If I wanted to watch a music video, I’d just watch Michael himself. A film should have a central idea. It should have a story. Please stop confusing a montage with a narrative.

The genuinely childlike, almost painfully fragile empathy he had for the world, wrapped inside a fiercely original, boundary-pushing artistic mind, is almost completely absent. You can’t just keep flashing Peter Pan on screen as shorthand for “he read this book.”

Michael wasn’t simply sweet. He was lost. He was angry. He was paranoid. He could feel all of those things at once. He was deeply contradictory, and that’s exactly what made him human. Those emotions lived in every performance he gave. Calling it merely “music” doesn’t even begin to capture what he was doing.

Instead, the film reduces him to a flat cardboard cutout, sanitized celebrity archetype, almost a male version of Britney Spears. It’s ridiculous.

What the film misses entirely is his capacity for love, for trust, and for exposing his own heart. Neither Michael the person nor MJ the extraordinary artist ever truly walks onto the screen.

It’s a shame.