The movie is propaganda designed for children as well as their parents; no kid is interested in what Randy Phillips, the chief executive of the touring giant AEG Live, has to say about Mr. Bieber’s success, but there he is pontificating, reassuring parents that their children are supporting a potent phenomenon.
For parents too there are moments of candor, like when Mr. Braun recalls watching Madonna eulogize Michael Jackson, lamenting his lost childhood. “Justin looks right at me,” Mr. Braun said, “and says, ‘Don’t let that happen to me.’ ”
To that end there’s footage of Mr. Bieber visiting his hometown, Stratford, Ontario, and having fun with old friends. He signs a stack of programs and flicks them away petulantly, as a kid might. And there’s the awkwardness of his duet with Miley Cyrus: Mr. Bieber has not yet learned how to lie with his body.
You can be part of the movie too if you want. Or need. In an upset Mr. Bieber lost the best new artist award at the Grammys to the jazz musician Esperanza Spalding. Some of Mr. Bieber’s fans, a hungry and vicious lot, responded the only way they knew how: by defacing Ms. Spalding’s Wikipedia entry. When it comes to Mr. Bieber, they are used to having their way. Read More
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