Time Out says
This Elton John fantasia reinvents the movie musical in a blast of raw energy
Taking the old-fashioned highs of an MGM musical and pairing them with the deep lows of an addiction drama, Rocketman is a turbo-charged rock fantasia that pushes hard against the boundaries of the medium as it zips through the first four decades of Elton John’s life. The songs explode from the screen, time jumps catapult the story forward with exhilarating élan and even the emotional stuff lands, for the most part. Sure, Elton John purists will be here until Christmas pointing out the flaws in the chronology and the liberties taken with real-life events, but they’ll be doing it dancing in the aisles.
It’s a credit to director Dexter Fletcher, who really comes of age as a filmmaker here, that any thoughts of Bohemian Rhapsody fade away in the first few minutes. Fletcher was parachuted in to help finish that Queen biopic, but while there are some superficial parallels, he’s saved all his good stuff for Rocketman. From an opening blast of 'The Bitch Is Back' which thrusts a young Reggie Dwight (Matthew Illesley) into a glorious, sepia-tinged dance routine outside his northwest London home, the movie is filled with vividly choreographed, imaginatively staged, wow-isn’t-cinema-great? moments.
One standout sequence finds a drunk and overdosing Elton plunging suicidally into his Los Angeles pool, before segueing from ambulance to hospital to concert stage, via a boyhood version of himself playing the title track on a tiny piano — underwater. It must have looked nuts on the script page, but somehow onscreen it’s a perfect representation of John’s crazed lifestyle. And in a conventional biopic, it would have taken 20 minutes to plod through.
If there’s one thing Rocketman does have in common with Bohemian Rhapsody, it’s a commanding central performance. Like Rami Malek’s Freddie Mercury, Taron Egerton combats a lack of close physical resemblance by nailing John’s physicality in micro detail: He’s a flamboyant showman onstage, but almost diffident off it, with an endearing boyish quality. He’s especially sheepish around his bullying manager and lover John Reid (Richard Madden), a reminder that beneath all the ginormous sunglasses and feathers, Elton John was still a kid craving the love his parents denied him. Happily, the screenplay (by Billy Elliot’s Lee Hall) keeps the psychoanalysis on the right side of mawkish, smartly framing the film around a group-therapy session that enables John to act as a kind of unreliable narrator of his own story.
There are moments when the energy flags, almost as if the movie is taking a much-needed breather. The transition from gifted tyro to full-blown megastar, up to John's first game-changing performance at LA’s seminal Troubadour Club, lacks the energy of what follows, although Jamie Bell is typically terrific as Elton’s songwriter partner Bernie Taupin, the angel to Reid’s devil.
The early family stuff is a bit beige too, and despite Bryce Dallas Howard’s best efforts (and a decent accent), Rocketman can’t quite decide whether Elton’s mom was a heartless monster or a put-upon woman just doing her best. It’s fair to say this is not a movie of complex female characters, and the one it does have deserves better than to spend the final act buried beneath terrifying ageing prosthetics.
But Rocketman gets far more right than it gets wrong. There’s no sugarcoating of the drugs-and-booze abuse, but it doesn’t lean in too hard on the cinematic clichés of white lines and endless empties either. Neither does it shy away from the question of John’s sexuality. There’s even – gasp – a sex scene between Elton and Reid that doesn’t lapse into coyness. It feels like a progressive moment: a significant step forward in this retro rush of a musical.
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Bryce Dallas Howard
Users say (1)
A spellbinding terrific bio-pic musical that is a feast on the senses. The drugs, sex and debauchery is all there on the screen. A great double bill with BOHEMIAN RHAPSODY.
Wouldn't be surprised to see similar bio-pics on David Bowie or Mick Jagger with the box office success of these two films.