INT. BEDROOM - MORNING
PATROCLUS and MR BC are in bed, squinting at a tiny laptop screen, upon which is playing a video of culty new science-fiction film 'Cloverfield', which an anonymous person has charitably videoed in a cinema (or 'theater', as Americans call them, and let's face it this was probably an American cinema - or 'theater' - as Cloverfield isn't out here yet, or is it, I don't know, I haven't actually been to the cinema since January 2006, because of the fear) and then uploaded to the interwebs for the viewing benefit of the poor deprived citizens of Region Two.
(Once, in my more Web 2.0-enthusiastic days, I wrote a gushing little article about how watching badly pirated torrents in bed on one's laptop was THE GLORIOUS FUTURE OF ENTERTAINMENT. I now concede that the format may have some flaws.)
Anyhow, we're about 20 minutes in, and our viewing reactions are starting to diverge somewhat:
MR BC: Ooh, wow, look at that.
PATROCLUS: What is it, some sort of monster?
MR BC: It's a giant alien, cool.
PATROCLUS: Pfft. This would never happen in real life.
MR BC: That's why they call it science fictio- oh, never mind.