When my son was small, I used to listen from the next room as he tried to draw the godlike eye of whatever movie he was watching away from the plight of its people. Hey, Movie, look at this, he would say, waggling a blue plush dog in front of the screen, while the people of the movie clung to one another in desperate terror as the ship’s hull was torn open by submerged sea junk or the de-extincted megalodon broke loose from the underwater laboratory or somebody sneezed and the bad guys discovered the secret hiding place.