Jake Cole’s review published on Letterboxd:
A work of withering incompetence, a film so thoroughly demolished a full decade ago by Walk Hard that I wonder how anyone who made it sat through the premiere of it without retching. The entire first act consists mostly of montages of the band playing gigs and shouting out the towns they are playing in between padding shots of buses traversing country highways and planes leaving and arriving. Far, far, far, FAR worse are the scenes of the band coming up with seminal compositions. The scene of Freddie piecing together "Bohemian Rhapsody," in which every single moment of him and the band trying out various ideas immediately pulls from the finished recording of the song, is so mind-meltingly terrible, a scene roasted almost shot for shot by Walk Hard. It is matched in its intense shittiness only by a subsequent scene of the band coming up with "Another One Bites the Dust," an extended sequence that traverses band strife, frontman crisis, the band putting aside their differences over a BASSLINE, then capped off by a montage that superimposes Freddie in hazy little irises of leather daddies that looks like the Love Boat intro gone off the rails. Add an endless parade of clichés and a culminating climax that has the nerve to just do the band's whole Live Aid performance and act like it's impressive to just replay the master audio for a digital recreation of maybe the most watched live performance ever. This is the worst musical biopic I've ever seen, a true feat for by far the worst genre in cinema.