"Rocketman"
Elton John’s remarkable work in the early 1970s has been
somewhat overshadowed by his subsequent “tantrums and tiaras” public image. Thus
it is a relief to report that while Dexter Fletcher’s bio-pic “Rocketman”, co-produced
by Elton, is an all-out musical extravaganza, complete with dance routines and hallucinogenic
fantasy sequences, it also pays due homage to his musicianship.
It starts as it means to go on, with Taron Egerton’s Elton,
dressed in demonesque red costume, striding into rehab, finally facing up to
his issues; and goes on to detail his upbringing, with a distant father (Steven
Mackintosh), warmish mother (Bryce Dallas Howard with an impeccable accent), and
encouraging grandmother (Gemma Jones); early entry into the Royal Academy of Music;
life as a touring soul musician; and pivotal relationships with lyricist Bernie
Taupin (Jamie Bell), music publisher Dick James (a hilariously profane Stephen
Graham) and cynical manager and lover John Reid (Richard Madden).
Elton’s sexuality is front and centre, his torment over
being gay – or rather, other people’s attitudes towards it – leading to isolation
and substance abuse. Throughout, his songs, imaginatively and respectfully
arranged by Giles Martin, comment on the action, with little respect played to
chronology (e.g. the relatively recent “I Need Love” soundtracks a
heartbreaking childhood moment). Lee Hall’s script is sharp, funny and cleverly
structured, with only occasional moments of cheesiness (and unavoidable
rewriting of history – Long John Baldry doesn’t even get a look-in).
Taron Egerton as Elton John |
The film belongs to Egerton, however; his Elton is often
petulant and self-pitying, but resolute in his determination to hide the shy
Reg Dwight behind multiple flamboyant onstage personas. Fletcher’s film deftly
and triumphantly walks the fine line between crowd-pleasing entertainment and
merciless character study.
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