The reviews for the Freddie Mercury biopic Bohemian Rhapsody were not good, but I had a vague sense that I should watch it because an old friend of mine has a role in it (hello Dickie). The first half of it was fairly pedestrian, with the rise to fame and all that stuff. I already knew that the last half an hour was an almost exact recreation of Queen’s Live Aid set and I thought I would probably skip that.

Something about the last third of the film absolutely floored me, though, and by the time fake Queen came off their obviously shot on a greenscreen version of the Wembley stage, I was in tears. I knew I was being manipulated, but god it really worked on me. Freddie Mercury was just so good and what they did there was so big and it was so shit that he died so young. It was such a gut punch to watch it and afterwards I couldn’t believe it had affected me so much.

Even bad films still have the power to move.