Killing Bono is the true story of two friends who started bands in high school. One guy's band went nowhere. The other guy's band was U2. Killing Bono was well-shot and well-acted, and honestly, I just picked it because the title was intriguing. During the film I kept wondering to myself if Bono was actually going to die in the movie, but then I realized he doesn't because he's still alive making music and saving the rainforest and getting Nobel Peace Prizes or whatever it is that rock stars do. I don't wish Bono any particular harm; but he can be a bit much with the sunglasses and the rock-star posturing and the earnestness and whatnot, so I'm not ashamed to say I crossed my fingers for a moment and half-hoped he might get crushed by a falling safe or something. Does that make me a bad person? Don't answer that because I already know the answer. It's a moot point anyway. Spoiler alert: Bono survives. Regardless, I enjoyed the rivalry between the two bands, even though it was always one-sided. Side-note: Every time I wrote Bono in this review I misspelled his name as Bobo. I'm not sure why. Yes, I do. It's because I'm a bad person. I watched Killing Bono on Netflix. Here's a trailer:
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