The superstar's own nephew, Jafaar Jackson, does his best in a paper-thin biopic that only shows exactly what the Jackson estate will allow. There are only two ways of looking at Michael Jackson in Antoine Fuqua’s predictably sanitized and surprisingly tedious biopic “Michael” : with pity or adoration. Sometimes, both! But always at least one, as the film alights on either screaming, tear-filled fans (“MI-CHAEL! MI-CHAEL!”) or quietly devastated family and friends (“Oh, Michael “). Of course,