Review: Egerton glitters in glossy, conventional ‘Rocketman’
Associated PressWhatever you say about Dexter Fletcher’s glossy, glittering Elton John blinged-out biopic “Rocketman,” a shiny sequin of a movie, it doesn’t lack for sparkle. Almost slavishly sealed within the hermetic bubble of the rock biopic, “Rocketman” will, justifiably, draw plenty of comparisons to its opening act: last year’s Freddie Mercury tale “Bohemian Rhapsody.” They’re both about larger-than-life figures, each gay icons, with a preternatural talent for hooks and spectacle. “Rocketman” deviates in its rating, its less hesitant depiction of its star’s homosexuality and, most dramatically, in casting John’s life across a fantastical musical tapestry. All of John’s stage theatrics and feathered costumes, “Rocketman” suggests, are a way for John to hide from himself, from “Reginald Dwight.” But any demons that John might be haunted by are given only lip service.