Ultimately, we don’t learn much more about Mercury than we did going in (though he appeared to have a lot of cats). The film is narratively disjointed and its historical accuracy is questionable. But as an affectionate tribute to a band we’ll still be listening to 100 years from now, Bohemian Rhapsody captures Queen the way we’d like to remember them: a great band with one helluva charismatic frontman.
Even though the film does centre on Freddie, it still leaves out a lot of stuff. The racism he had to deal with in the early days is touched on, but he wins over racists in the space of one song and it barely gets another mention.