Where does reality end?

Going to the cinema in America is something of an experience. Especially when you do it on or near opening night and the theatre is near full. They really live it.

When something scary happens, they'll scream; when the bad guy gets a one-up, they'll boo, and when the good guy gets betrayed, they'll mutter 'you bastard' rather loudly. It's almost as if they don't realise that the film isn't real.