The first time I heard the song Killer Queen on the
radio, I perked up my ears. This was a new and different sound and the lead
singer’s voice soared effortlessly. 1970 – Freddie Mercury (lead singer),
Brian May (guitar), Roger Taylor (drums), and John Deacon (bass guitar) formed
Queen. The rest is another chapter in rock history. The film Bohemian
Rhapsody brings the Queen story to life, and actor Rami Malek embodies
the heart and soul of Freddie Mercury. He’s uncanny (and should be up for an
Oscar).
I’ve read other reviews that say this film follows the usual
rock story – struggling musicians, the big success, the excesses, the
inevitable clashes, the egos, and the break-up/ final triumphs. Well, yeah –
I’m very fine with that. Mercury was an outsider, in London with immigrant
parents. He was always seeking his father’s approval, but knew he was different
– meant to be a performer. And when he opened his mouth (his very unusual
overbite mouth) – the voice of an angel emerged. Forming Queen – a group of
misfits – the band explored and went beyond the norm. Their album, Night at
the Opera, was groundbreaking. Bohemian Rhapsody, the song,
was six minutes. What radio would play that? What are they singing? Is it
gibberish? And operatic?
I enjoyed the film, the music, and Freddie’s story. He found
true love early, but then strayed –confused, caught up in excess, but
inherently lonely. The band was his family. And he did contract AIDS, was aware
that his life was going to be cut short. He rallied the band back together to
play Wembley stadium in England for Live Aid. Talk about taking a final curtain
call – this was a performance for the ages. We are the Champions, We Will
Rock You, Somebody to Love, and on and on. Bohemian Rhapsody
will stir you, make you want to stomp your feet and clap, and frankly
sing-a-long like Wayne and Garth in a car.