As a biopic of a debauched rock pop deity strutting a timeline’s
peaks and troughs of intoxication and leather clad pleasure seeking within the 70s and 80s gay club scene, Bohemian Rhapsody, with a breath of relief, fails.

With their hands-on investment Queen's Brian May and Roger Taylor present a captivating and deeply personal character study, embodied by Best Actor Oscar-nominated Rami Malek, of the man behind the sensationalism, lovingly remembered and electrifyingly backed by Queen's pop-rock classics. Bohemian Rhapsody is a feel-good crescendo to hold the viewer throughout, as Freddy would have wanted, on the verge of nostalgic sing along.

Ignore Reviews, Shallowly Based Critique is Timeless

The top five search engine spluttered critical reviews are a modern-day mirror-image descendant of the same King of the Damned press persona which was plastered upon Mercury in life and forces one to wonder whether cheap thrills journalistic integrity will ever lever itself up from the pits of hell. 

Bohemian Rhapsody is not a patchwork piece born of front-page fantasy about a glitzy rock glam god,it’s not the story of Queen, it is a labour of love by those who considered themselves his family, as realised by [screenwriter] Peter Morgan, to share their friend, as they would have him known, as they knew him, with the world. Malik brings to the cinematic screen what Freddy brought to the stage, the true reason the world fell in love with Mercury apart from Queen, inspiring self-belief and powerful, admirable love for everyone around him.