I like drama okay. I love humor. My favorite passages in books are those moments of irony — usually toward the end when you’ve lived with the characters a good while — when humor and tragedy collide. This is what makes a masterpiece: a work that makes us laugh, love, and cry — at the same time.
This is the best entertainment –whether it be a novel, play, show, poem, movie, or gripping news story on CNN: the powerful story that artfully captures the bittersweet. Throw in some incredible dancing and upbeat, familiar music, and you’ve got the makings of perfect entertainment.
Michael Jackson’s public life was the ultimate in entertainment, and his public death has allowed us to see the reel again, this time with added emotion. The death has washed away the bad taste we had from his legal troubles (and those audacious, public buying sprees).
The performances were already mesmerizing; now they’re even better. And — in the midst of a recession — it’s free on every cable channel (included, or course, with the cost of monthly subscription).
Is it even more poignant for those who, like me, are the same age as Michael? Those who remember listening to a famous singing little kid while we were little kids? It always is.
It’s the stuff from the 60’s that really makes me stop and watch: