Queen were never one of my bands. No Queen on vinyl, nor even any in my pocket. Sure, I was awed by the rangy brilliance of Bohemian Rhapsody, plus well entertained by the propulsive insouciance of Killer Queen and pop perfection of Crazy Little Thing Called Love. But the fascist commercialism of We Are the Champions repelled me and the hamfisted vulgarity of Another One Bites the Dust repelled me even more.
Still, talent is talent and Freddie Mercury had the best vocal chops of any rock singer ever. Plus, his three bandmates were more than competent rockstars and songwriters, milquetoast characters though they may be. In short, Queen are rock royalty, with Freddie the Queen a Rockstar Erectus extraordinaire. That’s more than enough to tee up a primo docudrama about their story, with particular biopic attention paid to Farrokh Bulsara, the misfit son of Zoroastrian parents from an outer region of the British Empire. He will rock you.
Bohemian Rhapsody is dogged by a loose regard for the facts and some strenuous hagiography. Surviving Queensmen Brian May & Roger Taylor produced the music, while the band’s longtime manager – dubbed Miami Beach – exec-produced the movie. The hell with facts. They filmed the legend. Why not, it’s rock-and-roll, plus their doppelgängers have prominent roles in the movie they produced about themselves.
Rockumentary issues aside, Bohemian Rhapsody is sociologically interesting. It shines a light on Farrokh Bulsara, the immigrant outsider who became a global superstar. The fact that Freddie Mercury could sing like no rockstar before or since makes this a rockstar rhapsody for pretty much any self-respecting rock fan.
Rami Malek is entirely convincing as flamboyant Freddie Mercury and his diffident alter ego Farrokh Bulsara. Malek has a startling look to him that exceeds even the superstar profile of his character, exacerbated by the prosthetic teeth stuffed in his mouth, which seem more pronounced than in reality.
Bohemian Rhapsody plays fast and loose with the facts, a circumstance that bothers the hell out of certain constituencies of which I’m not a member.