You'll be handed a number at the door. A woman in a pink pinafore takes your coat and asks your name, then writes it down — even though she already said it when you walked in.
Dinner is four courses and all of it is pink. The popcorn, the soup, the pasta, the ice cream. Ask why and you'll be told it's your favourite. She'll be gone before you can answer.
Somewhere in the first ten minutes the entire room ends up singing a song none of you knew an hour ago. That part is deliberate. It has to happen early, so that it can happen again later.
Then the film cuts out mid-sentence, and the house lights don't come up.
We'd rather not tell you the rest.