This is the kind of film that, for as long as it has
languished in production limbo, came together through a collection of cosmic
synchronicities. From producer Matthew Vaughn’s connecting with Elton John on the set of Kingsman: The Golden Circle, to director and fellow Ritchie collaborator Dexter
Fletcher’s experiences batting clean-up for Bryan Singer on Bohemian Rhapsody,
right down to Taron Egerton getting a shot of portraying one of Britain’s
greatest musical talents as a result of having already done his music justice
as part of Illumination Entertainment’s Sing.
It’s the kind of background info that ends up fuelling the
hype behind this particular feature, as this is the kind of film that only
comes about through pretty much everything being exactly where they need to be.
It’s not a perfect film, but it’s damn near close.
But no, writer Lee Hall (perhaps best known for penning
Billy Elliot) just found a perfect pairing with Fletcher, crafting a script as
much cinema as it is theatre that embodies Fletcher’s style of emotional truth
over historical truth. As a result, this is a biography that manages to hit all
of the major points in Elton’s career, all without sacrificing any of the
impact or occasional grime.
The balancing act on offer here is frankly astounding to see
unfold. On one hand, you have Taron as Elton belting the ever-loving hell of
these musical numbers, aided by some Danny Boyle-esque hyperrealism, to creature some serious sonic bliss. And on the other, you
have a depiction of Elton’s family life, his reaction to fame and his deeply
unsettling level of self-loathing that makes this an M-rated flick that pushes
that rating to its breaking point.
It locks into the standard mode for these kind of rock star
biopics, but it gives such a vivid depiction of all the tropes we’re familiar
with that, in record time, it stops mattering that they are indeed tropes. Fletcher
knows his emotional wavelengths, and the fact that he can juggle cheese and
chalk this readily makes me wonder how Bohemian Rhapsody would have turned out
if he just directed the whole thing.
This is the best kind of jukebox musical, one where the
songs themselves serve as a window into the person that created them, making
the audience reassess their relationship with the music. It’s also one that
shows a fluid variety of styles within the musical framework, from loud and
flashy old-school musical numbers, to more claustrophobic and rock-opera-esque
deliveries that fit with the state of modern musicals. By combining numerous
different takes on the idea of a storytelling musical, along with bringing in
actors who can actually hold a tune (sweet bajeebus, Taron Egerton is fucking
brilliant in this thing from front to back), we get a sometimes-dour,
sometimes-bright, sometimes-funny, sometimes-insanely-uncomfortable and always-touching
look at the man behind the camp, one that does his life, his work and his story
proud.
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