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I’ve just been to see Bohemian Rhapsody. What struck me was a small but vital furry presence. No, not Freddie’s moustache, but his cats. Surely the calibre of their acting, from silent to purring to gazing adoration, warrants its own review. I previously bemoaned how Chewbacca’s mourning got overlooked. I hope these furballs get their due come Awards season.
Strong contenders for best feline acting. See also: Melissa Mccarthy’s ageing moggie in Can You Ever Forgive Me?, the deadpan Tib and Gib in Mary And The Witch’s Flower, and Black Panther.