inthecutzine: IN THE CUT’S ONE PARAGRAPH ANALYSIS REVIEW OF THE INCOMPARABLE MUSICAL BIOPIC, ROCKETM
inthecutzine: IN THE CUT’S ONE PARAGRAPH ANALYSIS REVIEW OF THE INCOMPARABLE MUSICAL BIOPIC, ROCKETMAN Elton John’s musical biopic brutally told the story of a musician who flew past his self-hatred and loathing to find his way on the other side of the rainbow. Beyond the yellow brick road, the story of the boy genius coming face to face with demons was both raw and apologetic because it never shied away from Reginald Dwight, the man behind the superstar. Rocketman did things we needed from Bohemian Rhapsody. In the 70s, nobody questioned the sexuality of our pop stars. We just wanted to be entertained, and the problem with biopics such as Bohemian Rhapsody is the fact that they sanitized the subject matter to the point where the film felt like a Disney production. Freddie Mercury was a wild man who felt the need to project his sexuality and his truth in both artistic and debauch feats. You wouldn’t know that just by looking at the movie. Elton never held back and never did the incredible cast. They weren’t afraid to express the raw candor of their truths against the marketing appeal that made Bohemian Rhapsody a blockbuster. Also, Taron Egerton wasn’t a caricature of a would-be rockstar but the rockstar himself. Some moments flashed before the screen that felt authentically like Elton John. He delivered an Oscar-winning performance because he left all his inhibitions out the door. The La La Land-esque cinematography that allowed the music to explore the visual aspect of what musicality means and feels in the mind of Elton John. That aspect is vastly appreciated. The film wears its heart on its sleeve, but it never shied from punching the truth to your face. -- source link