We went to see Bohemian Rhapsody today. I cried; quite a lot (this doesn't tell you much, I cry at films all the time). It's a great ride, but I think also a very one-sided view of Freddie's life - most of the characters are pretty one-dimensional, and it does drift towards the idea that if he'd not been quite so queer, everything would have turned out alright (and argh, the bisexual erasure). And it takes a huge number of liberties with the history of Freddie and Queen - for example, it's just not true that there was a vast gap where they didn't play together until reforming for Live Aid (they toured in April and May 1985, and Live Aid was in July of that year). Which, OK, they want to tell a story, and Live Aid was a triumph for Queen, but it was more a shot in the arm that propelled them onto other things.

Freddie was a complex man with a complex life, and I don't feel this film tells that story. But still, Rami Malek is superb as the man himself, and the film is great musically and has some very funny moments as well as some touching ones. And while recreating so much of that classic Live Aid set is ever so self-indulgent, somehow I didn't mind.

We need a film of Freddie Mercury's life, and this is not it. But it's still a blast.