I know that this is a movie and therefore concessions were made...

...but I've been in the nuthouse a few times and it is nothing like this one. We weren't allowed to go outside, much less roam the grounds unattended and with a member of the opposite sex. We were most certainly not able to go into any room not our own. Most of the time you have group therapy, art therapy, AA or NA, one "class" after another. The little bit of time you have to yourself was spent watching the only movie we had on tape. Yes, tape.
I know "Finding Forrester" like the back of my hand. I usually spent that time in the bed napping. About the only thing that was positive was that I lost about 10 pounds. Then they gave me Ensure. *beep*

Here lies Lester Moore. Four slugs from a .44. No Les, no more.