The film-makers have done their best to capture Michael Jackson’s old magic but this memorial gives us little chance to really get close to the singer, writes Andrew Pulver

This colourful documentary on the current state of Jamaican popular music as practised in Kingston begins with the death and grand funeral of a leading figure in the Dancehall movement who styled himself Bogle, sang songs advocating extreme violence and was assassinated by a rival group at a petrol station after a fight in a nightclub. “The music is our life saviour,” someone says, and most of the songs concern sex, religion and slavery, though one suspects the film-makers have deliberately excluded numbers of a homophobic nature.

Some of the performers are hugely likable, especially the older ones. But a couple are extremely unpleasant, most especially Animal Man, who encourages members of the audience to simulate sex on stage and invites young women to stretch up and “feel my anaconda”. The film concludes with him singing the Jamaican national anthem.

An unselfconsciously celebratory documentary about an energetic music culture, says Peter Bradshaw

A documentary about the Jamaican music scene, made in 2006, that is unselfconsciously celebratory about a culture teeming with energy and semi-absorbed influences. It is not just a matter of reggae being the country’s “classical” phase, and dancehall being the more energetic sound. Jamaican music is ingesting rap and R&B to create something less stereotypical. A lively documentary, although it passes lightly over the ugly side of dancehall, and its boorish attitudes to gay men. Probably the most striking contributor is the outrageous Lady Saw, one of the few women music stars in Jamaica.