Push at all four walls, and they move. Not even the commercial breaks are safe. During one, a trailer was aired for the new Halle Berry film. This, too, turned out to be a WWE production. You might think that knowing everything is artifice rather takes the edge off the spectacle. On the contrary. The idea that nothing at all in the WWE universe is real, that nothing at all can be trusted, strikes a rather Lynchian note of menace. What’s to stop random body parts falling from the sky, or everybody suddenly declaring that the year is 2078 and we all need to start hunting our own dinner?