This is really all what gay indie cinema has to offer huh.
It's not good but I see some sparks of effort in a handful of the musical sequences that allow themselves to be more abstract that indicate we could have gotten at least a more interesting film out of this.
I'm not necessarily mad that it's corny and overly sincere because I think part of the appeal of Elton's music has always been that it's unabashedly corny and that he as a performer has never been afraid to be perceived as…
I actually hate Nicholas Winding Refn for that racist stunt he pulled in Drive and for being a messy dude with really gross hangups with women-if you leaked his address to me, I'd key his car.
That being said, I love this beautiful, stupid movie. On one hand I want to give it some benefit of the doubt because I'm not convinced the dialogue isn't some sort of stealth-parody, but on the other it moves so earnestly between scenes shrieking…