You’re on holiday in California, admiring the view at Big Sur, when you approach a local to ask for directions.
The man panics. “It’s no good!” he shrieks, looking around helplessly, “I can’t do it!” and then he leaps into the canyon.
Only the canyon’s not a canyon. The Californian passes through it with a sickening tear and runs on and on into an impossible white distance.
And that’s how you discover YOU’RE IN THE TRUMAN SHOW. It is Season 3 and the ratings are in the toilet.