A group of guys at my workplace got together to see the second of the latest 3 on opening night ("Attack of the Clones" I think), and I was among them. The next morning, this guy who was with us, and who I knew, but not very well, came up to me with wide eyes asking me... well, he was basically asking me if the fight scene between Yoda and Count Dooku had affected me emotionally like it, apparently, had him. He told me he couldn't stop thinking about it with this strange fervency, his eyes staring far off at certain moments in the conversation, like he was almost delirious thinking about it - the kind of way you'd expect someone to act if they had found, what was for them, the greatest thing in the world. It was... strange, to say the least. And I vowed never to get as excited about anything so relatively inconsequential as this man was doing in front of me. It was unsettling and awkward, and I found myself reacting with reflexive incredulity - which I am sure only put him off. That single experience heightened my awareness of my own consumption of entertainment - and I make sure never to let it be more than that to me - temporarily entertaining.