Review: KILLING BONO - Living On The Edge!
rating: 2.5
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Those who cant, criticise; its a truism that cuts like cheese wire, not least because its often accurate. Spare a thought then, for the Telegraphs rock critic, Neil McCormick. Like many young bucks his adolescence was frontloaded with pretentions to greatness. He was going to vomit genius onto a grateful crowd and, as were bathing in clichés, provide the soundtrack to your youth. His was the music you were going to shunt Jessica Walsh to, in the back of her boyfriends car; youd pay £40 to see him and his band at your local venue, complete with beer coated floor and a bunch of fools hammering your shoulders with their springing bodies. Yet these days McCormick writes about music, rather than making it and perhaps hell occasionally use that technique whereby a critic looks to focus on the one thing in whatever theyre writing about that acts as neat shorthand for the whole. Were blessed with such a scene in Killing Bono, a reimagining of McCormicks musical memoir, detailing his despair at school friend Bonos rise to rock God. McCormick arrives at the offices of his music magazine, where hes a reluctant scribe, to announce his resignation, only to find the room full of teary colleagues. Initially, in line with the self-importance and comedy wastrel character created in an energetic and enjoyable turn from Ben Barnes, he assumes the tears are for him. In fact, news has broken that a crazed loner has murdered John Lennon in New York. What kind of person would do this? someone asks, only for the shell-shocked editor to reply, Just some nobody who wanted fame and decided to get it the easy way by pulling a trigger. This foregrounds the final act of Dick Clement and Ian La Frenais comedic spinoff from real life in which a downtrodden and luckless McCormick considers blowing away his childhood rival. His woes, which will resonate with anyone whos watched their peers succeed, seemingly at their expense, touches up an uncomfortable truth, namely that many of us start together, for a time seem equal but only a select few are destined to catch the worlds attention and become celebrated. Its a nice hook, given added fascination by its links to biography. In reality however, Clement and La Frenais have merely literalised a joke between the music critic and his famous school chum; Bono having quipped, in reply to McCormicks suggestion that that the two were leading parallel lives as cosmic opposites, that the failed musician might have to kill the rock star in order to reclaim his life.