WALKING INTO A CLUB ALONE FOR the first time can be a daunting experience. I remember being nervous because I was not the best when it came to making small talk. On the other hand, I did not realize the music would be so loud that I could barely hear the person standing next to me. The first time I went to a club, I spent the whole time standing just off the dance floor, watching people dancing on what looked like a stainless-steel dance floor. I was fascinated at the way people were dancing, some were on the beat, others were not, some thought they were doing the same moves that John Travolta did in Saturday Night Fever but were not. It was interesting watching how people went up to strangers to ask them for a dance. I felt safe in my little nook overlooking the dance floor and preferred to just be an observer. In my brain, it was important for me to feel like I was fitting in with the crowd; I simply was interested in what people wore, how they moved and when I could hear how they talked to each other. Honestly, being a people watcher by nature I loved the experience. And I also had the video monitors that were spread throughout the club that were always a nice diversion.  My usual time frame was to stay between 2-4 hours. As I made my way home, I would try to remember certain songs I had heard through the night that I liked, to see if I could purchase them.      IT WAS ONLY AFTER A FEW times going that something extraordinary took place one night. Everything was the same; I was standing in my nook watching everything around me while tapping my foot to the beat of the music playing. The monitors that were all playing music videos suddenly went dark and the music stopped. People turned, looking at each other with perplexed looks on their faces. Suddenly words appeared on the screens; it was a quote from Michael Jackson. Then an image of an old car appeared driving down a country road. Michael was behind the wheel. No one moved in the club; everyone’s attention was directed at what was taking place on the monitor screens. The only sound in the place was the ice clinking in people’s glasses. After the car ran out of gas the scene changed to Michael and his date walking down the lane. It was not much longer before Michael started singing and dancing around her. I had never seen a video go this long and, more impressively, told a story. It was just like a movie! If by chance anyone reading this has never seen the video, I will not mention any more details about it. Let me just say everyone in the club went wild with the video. After it was over the DJ played the song again and everyone, I mean everyone including me, packed onto the dance floor as we all tried imitating some of the dance moves while laughing and smiling at each other. That is the way I was able to break the ice with several people that night and wound-up becoming friends with them. All thanks to that extended Michael Jackson video.      IT IS FORTY YEARS LATER AND as you can see; I still remember the first time I ever saw that video. Prior to its debut, there was nothing like it in the music industry. This documentary directed by Nelson George (Finding the Funk, A Ballerina’s Tale) was a behind the scenes peek at the creation of the Thriller video. If you are not a fan of Michael’s music, then you probably would not get much out of this movie. Because of my fond memories, I thoroughly enjoyed watching this picture filled with personal interviews of people involved back then, along with current artists like Mary J. Blige, Brooke Shields, Misty Copeland who were affected by seeing Michael’s performances. I would have appreciated more people talking about their feelings and experiences, plus allowing the performance clips to go on longer. No matter how Michael’s career veered to his early death, at that moment in time when the Thriller album came out, it was an historical event that to this day can still move people.

3 stars