The Magic of the Theatre…

I’ve always hated the word, ‘cocooning’. It’s so lame that I figured I would like to be the new Faith Popcorn and coin a bunch of phrases and words to describe the zeitgeist that is 2004.

It’s party season and cocooning is not on the agenda. Drinking, feasting and more drinking seems to be in order (except the drinking part keeps trying to butt in line to be first). I go hot and cold on socializing. I share equal love for a room full of people and an empty room, sometimes in the same moment, but that’s the Gemini in me. Yah, other than that two-faced part.

So, have you ever just blown-off a party to sit at home and ‘cocoon’? It’s easy to get sucked into the new vortex we now know as ‘the home theatre’, especially when you’re watching a fantastic movie with your family. ‘Settling in’ barely describes what you’re experiencing. But at no other time do you feel the depth of heaviness at the thought of lifting yourself from the sofa.

The trick is to avoid the home theatre if you want to accomplish anything, even sleep. Tearing yourself away from the near perfect image on the near perfect screen is difficult. The darkness descends and suddenly your seat feels welded to the, well, seat. It’s intoxicating and delicious to have a real live movie playing on a theatre screen in your own home. It’s decadent and wonderfully proletariat at the same time. Just call me the nouveau Lumpen Proletariat. Now back to our movie …