Johanna

I was hesitant to see Bohemian Rhapsody because I could feel my inner defense mechanisms against the superficial popularization of great rock and roll flaring up. I heard all my self-proclaimed “I don’t like old music” friends praising the film and claiming Freddie Mercury as their new god. For better or for worse events like this make my blood red-hot, considering I have spent the entirety of my short life scouring the records and personas that gave rock and roll its name in the first place. But I decided to put any misplaced bitterness aside, because I’ll be damned if I pass up any opportunity to see a guitar being played. I think it is utterly foolish to try and tell the complete story of almost any one thing on the big screen. Especially when that thing is a career and life spanning decades. How could one summarize the complexities, dangers, thrills, and intricacies of show business in just two hours? And this was a major problem I had with the first portion of the movie. To...