I wonder whether entertainment has, for many people, come to mean being distracted. A form of dull, predictable, escapism, enjoying the expected pattern of plot line or humour, without exerting much effort.
Theatre, of which film has become a part, started as spectacle, I imagine, and worked by the actors and entertainers engaging people, with story, skill or both, enough to elicit payment. By the time of Shakespeare we see that it had come to involve politics, philosophy, theology, and all else, wrapped up in a social experience, as it had in Greek times.
Listening and partaking took effort, not least standing, but engaging with the controversy, and talking about it, in the way folk talk about the soaps.
I imagine the passing Jesus and Disciples attracted such a crowd, entertaining, but turning out to be more in the sense of hospitality. A dialogue that drew you towards a place of being at home in an unexpected place, finding yourself relating to this Jesus, but not quite sure why.
So it should be when we preach/proclaim/set out the gospel.
It is a homecoming call, like the prodigal son heard, without himself realising how vividly his father had been broadcasting that desire.
Like a lighthouse rudely disturbs the darkness, but speaks so loudly to reassure and draw to safety, so must what we preach and live be. Life to wake from stupor!