A carload of suburban-loser party commandos cruise the wastelands of Illinois. Another Saturday night with no girls, no future, no particular place to go. Then they pop in a cassette of "Bohemian Rhapsody." Suddenly, they’re not losers anymore – they turn into an epic choir of rockness. They are the coolest guys on earth, even if nobody knows it besides them. No flick ever did a funnier job of showing how music functions in the day-to-day lives of those of us who live for it. This scene has been imitated to death – the Wayans brothers did a great parody in White Chicks. But nobody can top the original, as Wayne, Garth and their pals explode into galileos and magnificos.