I'm a sucker for the biopic genre no matter how many details they get wrong so I was probably going to like Bohemian Rhapsody anyway, but this review by Daniel Nester helps a lot. I think this movie really isolates why I'm a fan of this genre so much: You enter into this compartmentalized world that's familiar enough, though still strange, still mysterious. Real life, even filtered like this, has more details than our car ride sing-alongs, than the painting on the museum wall