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Part of this is simply due to the soundtrack.
If youre immune to this music, I dont want to know you.
If youre immune to Malek, theres no hope for you.
The rest ofBohemian Rhapsodyis more than adequate.
Some of the liberties do Mercury and Queen an injustice, but most are harmless (if dim).
A hundred small things wrong barely matter when there are one or two big things right.
Most right is Malek, who captures Freddies mercurial oscillations between shyness and exhibitionism.
Hello, all you beautiful people!
he calls from the stage.
The murmurs of, Whos the Paki?
soon yield to, Hey, hes good!, etc.
No wonder Freddie would go on to fuck anything that moved.
(Freddie left Mary the bulk of his fortune.)
(The Brit Dexter Fletcher replaced Singer, who nevertheless gets sole credit per DGA rules.)
But whats most important Freddies neediness comes through vividly.
He never wanted to be alone.
Their manager, John Reid, supports the band but seems somehow untrustworthy.
Hes part Bette Davis, part Montserrat Caballe (his favorite soprano).
Hes the cock of the walk.
