there is so much to like about Rocket Man, the sorta musical about Elton John’s life and career
and very little not to like: perfectly fine acting, singing, visuals
but something seemed missing.
maybe because we know how it ends
maybe because it just seems like the standard old rock and roll story:
unloved kid succeeds at sex drugs rock. or does he?
in fictional films theres a lot more at stake, more dynamic highs and lows.
even at his lowest it seems glamorous and fabulous and luxurious.
this is exactly my sort of movie: rock bios. and i learned a lot.
and hats off to Taron Egerton who looked, sounded, and even walked just like Elton.
one thing that was weird and sort of similar to last year’s Bohemian Rhapsody:
just like how they omitted the story of the inclusion of David Bowie for the hit “Under Pressure,” there was no mention of John’s good friend Princess Diana.