If I hadn’t been in a theater, I would’ve sobbed.
A constant fetishization of Freddie Mercury’s life, leaving no room for him to be a real person, only the superstar he came to be. A poor Queen biopic, it focuses heavily on Freddie, even if most of it is mangled garbage. An overall unwatchable mess; dialogue that is either tongue-in-cheek mockery of people who didn’t “believe” in Queen or Rami Malek spouting out prophetical poetry akin to the film’s namesake, migraine-inducing editing that hardly ever gives a full 24 frames…
Booksmart is made of moments. From the very first scene, Olivia Wilde’s deliberate direction merges with Jamie Gross’ punchy editing (she did Game Night btw) to create a beautiful high school yearbook with all of the memories attached.
Beanie Feldstein and Kaitlyn Dever’s performances are great, but only enhanced by their palpable chemistry. Line delivery is always hilarious and emotional beats never feel contrived, they carry us through a familiar concept on their charisma alone.
Susanna Fogel and I will…