Abstract:
It's a common enough urban ritual. After a hard day's work, after dinner, after the kids have been put to bed, you sit down and watch TV, even when you don't really want to. There are the next day's activities to get ready for-clothes to iron, lunches to be made, paperwork to look at-but you don't really want to do any of that. There's some movie on, oh yes, you know it, The Fijih Elell/ent, a futuristic love story with a balding Bruce Willis, and an operasinging allen made of blue rubber, and a Eurotrash-meets-Stare Wars mise-ell-scene. You saw the movie a few years ago when it first came out, on the big screen in a full state-of-the-art Senstadium presentation, and you remember you enjoyed it, even though it really was only brain candy.
