The new Michael Jackson biopic is getting mixed reviews, but most agree it plays it safe

The new Michael Jackson biopic, simply titled Michael, is finally in theaters, and early reactions suggest it's more interested in celebration than reckoning. Directed by Antoine Fuqua and starring Jaafar Jackson-Michael's nephew-the film traces the pop icon's rise from child stardom to global fame. But while the music and performance moments dazzle, many critics say the story around them feels familiar, cautious, and oddly distant.

Jaafar Jackson, making his leading role debut, has drawn consistent praise. With a voice that channels his uncle's unmistakable tone and a physical presence that captures Jackson's mannerisms, he brings a striking authenticity to the stage scenes. In those moments, the film comes alive-dance sequences pulse with energy, and the recreation of Jackson's signature performances feel both nostalgic and fresh.

But outside the spotlight, the movie stumbles. Critics from outlets like The Guardian argue it's packed with tired music-biopic clichés: the abusive father (played by Colman Domingo), the protective mother (Nia Long), the lonely genius misunderstood by the world. The supporting cast, while talented, is given little to do beyond filling archetypes. There's no real exploration of Jackson's complex later years, his changing appearance, or the serious allegations that shadowed his legacy.

That careful avoidance is by design. The film is family-sanctioned, meaning it had access to Jackson's estate and music catalog, but that access comes at a cost. The result, as The Hollywood Reporter puts it, is a movie that's "sanitized but more soulful than you might expect." It leans into warmth and wonder, focusing on the music and the man's artistry, while sidestepping anything that might complicate the image.

For fans looking for a feel-good tribute, that might be enough. Deadline calls it a "feel-good biopic MJ fans will eat up," highlighting Jaafar's performance and the film's emotional highs. But others find the restraint frustrating. By refusing to grapple with the harder truths, the film risks feeling hollow-a polished highlight reel without the depth that could make it truly meaningful.

Antoine Fuqua, known for grittier fare like Training Day and Southpaw, seems oddly restrained here. The direction is competent, even stylish at times, but lacks the boldness needed to cut through the gloss. Instead of probing the contradictions of Jackson's life, the film wraps him in reverence, turning a complicated figure into a one-dimensional icon.

In the end, Michael works best as a concert film with a backstory. It reminds audiences why Jackson was magnetic, but doesn't push them to understand him any better. For a man whose life was anything but simple, that might be the biggest missed beat of all.