Bryan Singer
Bohemian Rhapsody

To drown is sweet to me in this sea.

So, the Queen. Alright, fine.

Well, the guy is good, excellent impersonator, nice big teeth. Remember Sordi? Yes?

The others don't matter a damn, let's get that straight. It's him.

There's also the woman, the wife, the woman, and a good part of the audience thinks but wasn't he gay? Hold on. And anyway, he was confused.

Record companies? Record companies=power, therefore bad. One for all, sure let’s throw it all into chaos, let's also do this bullshit, who cares?

Yes, because there's almost nothing real in this film. The songs, at least.

All stories, it's cinema. Sorry, who pays? The Queen. I mean, the other Queens. Ah, okay.

You know they called Sacha Baron Cohen, but he bailed out after a bit because he wanted to show inconvenient sides of Freddie and the others said are you crazy Sacha? We have to sell this film, you know, right?

Then there's that scene where he writes a song, lifts his eyes, looks to infinity, a tear falls, and he says: it's beautiful. Really? Really damn, it's all true ladies and gentlemen.

Boring. And then this damn concert too, why do you have to give me twenty minutes of false Queen imitating the exact concert done by the real Queen? But why? How much sadness do cover bands bring? Show me the real thing at this point. It's the grand finale damn, show me the real Freddie! It was all filmed, it was '85! Restore the footage and do something serious damn. It can be done! I saw a color documentary about World War II and now I can say I know Hitler! I dreamed of Stalin two weeks ago! In color! If it was such a big thing, so important, so elevated, then give it dignity! This stuff seems like a parody, with the latest pretty boy with fake big teeth, come on!, really, remember Sordi? Guglielmo Dentone!

In short, an incredible load of crap and screw Bryan Singer who I never liked The Usual Suspects and it's been twenty years of people telling me I'm an idiot and now everyone's quiet because they figured out he's lousy.