Don’t come to the multiplex hating on Rocketman just because it isn’t Bohemian Rhapsody—or just because you’re one of those tiresome types who thinks you’re much too hip for musicals. Open your eyes, ears and hearts because when Rocketman fires on all cylinders, it’s high as a kite—a wildly flamboyant, beaded, feathered, hyper-energized, gleefully over-the-top fantasia that isn’t made in 3D and Technicolor but feels like it anyway.
Elton John himself is a singular talent and diva who, with his husband David Furnish, has been pushing for this movie for years and absolutely refused—unlike the surviving founders of Queen, who insisted on scrubbing much of the gay away from Freddie Mercury—to have his strangeness and his gayness neither stifled nor homogenized by a standard biopic. So it’s when screenwriter Lee Hall (Billy Elliot) and director Fletcher are most out of their heads that the movie blasts into the weird and wonderful: a musical sequence imagined as a suicide attempt that turns into an underwater duet with his younger self on “Daniel”; a club date that floats both the singer and the audience skyward in rock and roll bliss; a party at Mama Cass Elliot’s house that not only turns into a trippy, dreamlike evocation of an entire time and place but also the beginnings of a troubled love story, and the inciting event for “Tiny Dancer"; and a full-on bump-and-grind orgy that bleeds into something out of Hieronymus Bosch.
Taron Egerton sings really well, sometimes sounding very like John himself, but he’s even better at conjuring the singer’s essence.
For those of us who mostly know Egerton as Eggsy from the Kingsman movies, let’s just say that he's so bloody good, he’s going to shush the hell out of entire audiences of doubters and—who knows?—probably be in play when awards season rolls around. Egerton is beautifully matched by a soulful, sympathetic, sweet Jamie Bell, who plays Elton John’s songwriting partner, Bernie Taupin.
In a film in which too much is never enough, a simple, stunning scene featuring Egerton as a gay man singing his new lyrics to “Your Song” to composer Bell, playing a straight man, stops the show with the beauty of the song and the power of the emotional undercurrents flowing between the two lifelong platonic friends. And when Taupin has had enough of John and wants out of the rock world, they duet memorably on “Goodbye Yellow Brick Road,” and Bell’s Taupin sings, “I should have stayed on the farm,” which is exactly where he’s going.
As John tells his mother in the movie, “I have fucked everything that moves,” so deal with that, those who’d prefer that the movie straightwashed him.
Homophobes might get their tighty-whities in a twist over scenes like the ones involving John’s sexually charged and ultimately explosive relationship with his future manager John Reid (sinisterly sexy, charismatic Richard Madden from Bodyguard). The two get to play the first man-on-man sex scene in Hollywood-movie history, and the moment, even cut from its original length, still emerges as hot and passionate but utterly natural and inevitable.
Besides, as John tells his mother in the movie, “I have fucked everything that moves,” so deal with that, those who’d prefer that the movie straightwashed him the way Bohemian Rhapsody straightwashed Freddie Mercury. Rocketman has so much in the way of drive, charm, wit, unflinching honesty, flash and talent that, much like the movie’s subject, it mows down our resistance and makes us overlook its shortcomings.
Rocketman
- Pros
- The movie soars with its honest portrayal of Sir Elton, anchored by a show-stopping, where-did-that-come-from lead performance from Egerton
- Cons
- A few tropes pop up, as do some questionable facts