This was quite entertaining when it wasn’t irritating, and I must hereby confess that all of my irritation emanated from the Bob Geldof character. Okay, I know, he was the inspired, ethical (when it suited his goals) punk rocker who gave birth to and oversaw the miracle that was Live Aid, and he deserves all the accolades he gets. And yet, as the movie progressed, Harvey emerged from Geldof’s shadow to become the real hero of the story, in my mind. How on this green Earth did he put up with the petulant, uncompromising grandstanding actions of his counterpart, who was willing to burn down…