Because it's going to take a military invasion to knock Michael off the front pages, I'm hoping the North Koreans keep up the current level of aggresive hijinks. Selfish, I know - but from my perspective, that's two nuts with the one cracker.
In all likelyhood it's not going to happen during this news cycle, so we're going to be Jacksoned until we shamow.
Today, ABC 2 were playing their music video program, Rage, and MJ was front and centre, of course.
I saw a couple of newer Michael Jackson videos I hadn't seen before and it made me realise that I actually hadn't seen him in a while. I must've stopped paying attention over the last few years, or he had the mask on more often than I'd credited. It came as a bit of a nasty shock (I don't know if you've noticed but he's a bit of a weirdo).
But from pain comes revelation. I've cracked the casting puzzle for who'll play him between the ages of 45 and 50 in the movie I'm tentatively calling Blame it on Vitiligo (Don't Stop Till You Get Caught). You might have your doubts, but if you see his music video for Stranger in Moscow, you'll know I'm right - it just sits up and grabs its own crutch.
Anne Hathaway.
C'mon! look at that picture and tell me I'm wrong.
This bit of genius also has the added benefit of making the conversation easier for all those young actors who'll have to tell their parents they're going to populate the Neverland bedroom film-set.
"Dad, I cracked a role in the upcoming Michael Jackson movie."
"Yeah? As a young Michael, circa Ben?"
"No. As one of his special friends."
"Over my dead body! Hang on. Who's playing Michael?"
"Anne Hathaway."
"Stand aside son. This is job for your father."
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