He’d recieved reports regarding a Girl who’s mind could not distinguish actual reality from fictiotious films. While watching a film, she experiences it as if she was actually there with the characters. An experiment was devised to fully test and analyse the extent of the Girl’s condition.
During the head stomping scene in “American History X”, the Girl’s head snapped back in queue with the victim’s, nearly hitting the back wall. She had been crying for some time prior to that, though, later rationalising that “the main character was just so frighteningly violent.” Following the cilmactic final scene, she did not speak nor respond, and her eyes took a sort of blank stare. She then began chanting “The earth is round, and there is gravity,” over and over.
An hour’s passing and a sharp detour to “When Harry Met Sally…” don’t seem to have the desired effect. The chanting had stopped at this point, but the Girl sat through the orgasmic diner scene as if it were a chess match. Sadistically curious but not altogether unsympathetic, he decided to end the experiment. For the night.
A week later, the Girl - the salty taste of sidewalk still fresh in her mouth - gathers her strength for her next set of tests.
“Are they scary ones?” she askes. “I can’t handle anything scary.”
“Not at all,” He lies. “A selection of two lovely films.”
“Liar. What are they about?”
“One is about a little boy and his tricycle,” he says, marking something on his clipboard and inserting a DVD into the machine. “And this one is about lambs.”
