It seems to be en vogue to make a biopic about a rockstar struggling with identity and fame. (Even more so if the rockstar wore a lot of sequins and took a lot of drugs…but then, what rockstar in the early 70s didn’t?)

Following the success of last year’s Bohemian Rhapsody, director Dexter Fletcher (who took over the Queen biopic after Bryan Singer was fired) helms this film that is part musical, part biography, and part fantasy. It follows John from childhood until the 1980s, through some of the most turbulent moments of his life, and does not shy away from depicting the highs and lows of his career. Behind the glitter and the spectacle is a very honest approach to the storytelling.

Rocketman is more than just the story of a rockstar’s rise to fame; it’s the love story of Elton John. 

I experienced something while watching Love, Simon that has never before happened to me while watching a romantic comedy: the entire theater cheered during the big love confession/reunion/first kiss scene at the end of the film. Not a single person left that cinema without a smile on their face, and if that isn’t a compliment to the film, I don’t know what is. Love, Simon is, perhaps, the story of innocent young love that we so desperately need right now.