Rocketman

It's Taron Egerton as Elton John who carries and sells the film -- often backwards and in platform heels. Wild as it may sound to approach such a mercurial and marvelous character with beautiful restraint, Egerton's performance is meticulously calibrated.

Rocketman ramps the camp up to 11, throws on some sequinned spectacles, and sparks fireworks of pure joy in glitzy song-and-dance routines.

Rocketman isn't a sanitised peek-a-boo of someone's life, barely teasing at the surface of a complex creative genius. Rocketman gives you the warts and all version, and it's not going to pink-wash John's sexuality.

Really, on the basis of "Rocketman," you'd think Elton John never had a moment of fun.

Like the Elton John it presents, it's about forgiveness. Love is love is love. Watching so many plume-festooned costumes take wing, you're inclined to believe that hope really is the thing with feathers.

It's hard to pinpoint any real flaws in this movie...the movie is enlivened by its own approach.

A giddy yet sobering film that is part chronological biopic and part musical fantasy that's bound to have fans tapping their feet.

An insulting movie ... desperately groping for some semblance of autobiography.

Showing how fantastical the ups and downs of fame, fortune and rock stardom can be by sashaying through a sea of surreality, the result is a winning marriage of form and feeling.

Rocketman doesn't follow the conventions of most music biopics, and it's all the better for it.