I appreciate Ryan Kunz taking the time to write the below explanation which matches exactly how I consume fantastic media and which I gratefully adopt wholesale, leaving me only to add some nuance.

TL;DR: I give a pass where story demands twisting of facts while truth is preserved.

As a lawyer, former restaurateur, and rock climber, I’ve spent enough time in the trenches of those fields to spot a fake from a mile away. But watching three recent Netflix hits reminded me that accuracy can be an unnecessary enemy of entertainment.

Take Suits. As a legal procedural, it mangles procedure to maintain its breakneck dramatic propulsion. I enjoyed two seasons of it anyway; a truly life-like legal drama would be mind-numbingly unwatchable. I only stopped because I couldn’t afford the time commitment, not because the bad law broke the spell.

Black Rabbit, on the other hand, was almost too accurate. It captured the frantic, bone-deep chaos of a busy city resto-bar perfectly. I haven’t in fact put on the second episode—could it be PTSD? No notes.

Then there’s Untamed. It opened with a high-stakes climbing accident on El Cap that was nail-biting in all the right ways. Sure, there were technical errors. To the climbing community writing essays about the specific cams used or the impossibility of Eric Bana riding a horse to the summit: chill the fck out. The general public doesn't care. I enjoyed the sequence because, in the heightened reality of cinema, it felt real.

Bottom line: if the tension is right and the spirit is true, the technicalities don't matter. It’s entertainment, not a deposition.