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He doesn’t answer. He just looks at her. And in that look is every unplayed piano key, every un-sung high note, every year he will never have. Malek’s face does something impossible: it becomes a cathedral at midnight. Hollow, beautiful, and filled with an echo of what was holy.

And we clap. Not for the film. For the ghost. For the echo. For the beautiful, broken, brilliant impossibility of a man who told us he was a shooting star leaping through the skies—and then proved it. Bohemian Rhapsody 2018

Because here is the deep, uncomfortable truth of Bohemian Rhapsody (2018): It is not a great film. It is a clumsy, sanitized, factually dubious biopic with a director who was fired and a script that treats every complex woman as a saint and every complex gay man as a villain. It is, by many measures, a mess. He doesn’t answer