Dillon(!)’s review published on Letterboxd:
"There are moments in a rock star's life that define who he is. Where there is darkness, there is now you, and it's going to be a wild ride."
If only Bohemian Rhapsody retained even a marginal ounce of the irresistible vibrancy, fantastical wonder, radiant joyfulness, mesmerizing inspiration, and prodigiously moving beauty of Rocketman's unfeigned, candid take-off into Elton John's sensational world of complex disillusion and superlative artistry. Pure cinematic ecstasy which reaches for the highest of skies in spryly exhibiting a flamboyant musician with legitimate endearment and further discerning one of the greatest lies humanity has ever been told: how beyond the sheer power of will, you can find a way through life without anybody else. The magical affirmation of the human endeavor in the flawed form of a straightforward biopic formula, yet one that Dexter Fletcher immediately transforms into an effervescent jukebox musical, serving as the true star of this sprawling show (besides Taron Edgerton's terrific brilliance) while his crystal enthusiasm for creative musical storytelling shines across every high-spirited frame of depressing heartbreak, despairing acceptance, and lustrous illumination. We deserve to be loved.