Night-time. I’m in the garden sitting at least 20 metres away from the beer pong frat boy bro’s. I can’t see them, they’re around the corner, but I can hear them quite clearly. Boisterous cheers, chest pumps, hi-fives. It sickens me. How can you be that excited over throwing a ping pong ball into a (presumably) red cup.

The Film
Establishing shot of the subject sitting by himself in the garden. The camera gradually zooms into him while we hear the obnoxious sounds of the beer pong players in the background. The camera stops at a close-up of the subject. We hear one last (but loud) cheer of “YEAH” from the bro’s. The subject sighs.