The debate about going out to movies during what is still very-much-ongoing pandemic keeps spiking every time Denis Villeneuve or Christopher Nolan gives an interview, and every time a movie trailer ends with the proud declaration: “Only in Theaters.”
Because obviously, it’s not quite as simple as: “don’t go to in-theater movies yet, it still isn’t safe”—the way we experience art is important, the communal nature of moviegoing is important, and supporting the work of artists, especially marginalized artists, is important. As the months have gone on, the three of us have talked endlessly about our relationship with movies in general and theatergoing in particular, and after the one-two punch of seeing The Green Knight and Shang-Chi together we decided to hash out some thoughts.
Leah!

For the last eight years, seeing movies has not just been my favorite thing to do, it’s also been my job. Going to the theater, allowing myself to be swept up, listening to the reactions in the dark, putting out all of my various antennae to gauge the audience—ideally when I write about a movie I’m writing about the experience of seeing the movie in a group, as much as the film itself.
Obviously it’s been a little weird, doing this job alone, in my room, during the pandemic.
Now let me hasten to say, I am IN NO WAY saying that “a little weird” is even on the same planet as “my ER shift starts in 15 minutes, and I can’t stop crying” or “if I ask my students to wear masks the superintendent will have to fire me.”
I’m unspeakably grateful for “a little weird”.
There was that brief spasm of normalcy. At the beginning of the summer, I was lucky enough to get my shots; I stayed in for two weeks to marinate, and then, theoretically, it was safe to go to the movies again! Hot vax summer! New York was BACK, baby! ….annnd it lasted less than a month, really, before it became clear that being inside with strangers wasn’t actually safe. How did I spend that time? Well, I saw Bo Burnham: Inside three times during the single weekend it was in theaters, and The Green Knight once on opening night. And I very nervously decided to see Shang-Chi in the theater.
I’ve spent most of the pandemic in a small room, alone. My real life matches Inside’s main character’s startlingly closely—I even have those weird half-moon doorways—and much like Burnham’s character, I‘ve spent my time trying to fight back despair and mental collapse through creative work, with similar results. I’ve been flat on the floor, trustfalling backwards into hopelessness, only to sit up and shake it off and type the funniest sentence I’ve ever thought of into a Slack conversation. I’ve experienced the last 18 months through a haze of unreality. I’ve re-assessed my relationship with myself (tbh we should probably see other people). And watching Inside, from about 10pm until about 1 am on the Saturday after it came out—sitting in pitch blackness of my room, washed in the blue light of my TV—broke me. In a good way. I wasn’t expecting to Feel Things, you see. I’ve been trying very hard not to Feel Things for a while.

I contend that the special’s first real joke is buried in the opening song: Burnham’s character’s response to depression is to “try just getting up, sitting down, going back to work—might not help, but still it couldn’t hurt!” Of course it hurt. The narrative of the special is that “going back to work” drives the character into the very breakdown he was trying to avoid. In my case, trying to work through this, and tying a lot of my sense of self-worth to whether I could still produce anything meaningful in the face of this disaster really, uhhh, fucked me up.
(And there’s more there, obviously—my job is important in that writing and cultural work are important, but I also don’t work in a lab or a fucking ER. So there was definitely a sense of having to work as hard as I could to make up for the fact that I wasn’t personally working on a vaccine or whatever.)
But what I wanted was to see Inside BIG. My experience of it was literally singular—I was alone in a room with my screen. Then I watched some reaction videos for it, creating the simulacra of a shared experience, in which I allowed myself to feel kinship with people I’ll never meet, based on their emotional reactions to something I liked—some of which may have been genuine, some of which may have been staged. Because of this I was at best apprehensive about seeing Inside in a theater—this specifically, this special that’s about staying home, isolation, panning for meaning in the backwash of Very Online. What would it be like to experience this particular flood of emotions in a room full of other people. All of whom would be having their own experiences?
And underneath all that, the growing concern tugging at my sleeve that it wouldn’t be safe?

Because I’m me, I decided the best way to deal with this apprehension was to go three fucking times. First in a small-ish theater in the East Village, a later showing, with the most raucous crowd of the three. People lost their shit for “Bezos I”. When Comrade Socko came onscreen, people screamed his name and cheered for him. And—people laughed. They laughed a lot. They laughed when the Netflix logo appeared, and when Burnham hit his own canned laughter button. They laughed during “White Woman’s Instagram”—even the sad bit. They laughed during “Sexting”, and at the pirate map joke. (The two girls behind me, who were more emotionally invested in the darker parts of the special, were openly disturbed by how much people laughed.) Actually hearing other people laugh at these moments, together, convulsively exhaling explosive, potentially deadly microbes into their masks—it had been SO LONG since I’d heard that. Even the muffled, masked version soothed a part of my brain that’s been a clenched fist for over a year. By the time the special ended (and yes, a few people put their fuckin’ hands up) my face ached from smiling so much, and I’d hit a point I think you could call “beyond crying”.
The second viewing was in a New Jersey Multiplex, special because it was my first time seeing two fabulous Tor/Nightfire coworkers in eighteen months. The crowd was scattered through the theater, we sang along quietly—except during “Problematic”, when we were laughing too hard to sing. The third screening was at a boutique indie theater in Brooklyn with another friend I’d only seen once since January of 2020—we got food (outside), we caught up, we yelled about the collapse of civilization, we went to the movie. The third time I was able to sit back a little and observe my own emotions, notice nuances in the music I’d missed, notice details in the room’s clutter that I hadn’t seen before: Comrade Socko hangs from the dresser at one point; the White Woman’s Buddha statue sits on a shelf. Thanks to the size of the screen, I basked in symbolism I’d only suspected when I watched the special on TV, like that the half moon doorways mirror the Moon Projection mirrors the Spotlight mirrors the Camera mirrors God—and all of them are standing in for the Eyes of the Audience.
Maybe.
In each case seeing Inside inside was… hard to describe. The thing I had watched in the dark in my room was now huge, imposing, overwhelming. The sound washed around me.
I feel anonymous; I feel invisible in the dark; I feel communion with everyone in the theater; it’s been so, so long since I’ve been able to lose myself in something bigger than me.
Which brings us to The Green Knight.

I volunteered to review The Green Knight for us ages ago, long before I knew how fraught everything was going to be. A group of us tordotcommies decided to go together, we got a block of seats, we got there early, we camped out. How had I forgotten the sheer joy of mocking the shit out of terrible movie trailers for my beloved co-workers’ amusement? The spine-fizziness of seeing that holy A24 logo come up onscreen? And this movie! These images towering over me and pushing me back into the seat. Lowery’s movie is so beautiful, weird and dark and wholly its own thing. And Dev Patel?????
But hang on, this is where I turn it over to Christina.
Christina!
It is my firm belief that A24’s The Green Knight is a film that is meant to be watched at 1 in the morning in a dark room, on a laptop screen 2 inches from my face.
I will admit I have watched most films this way. Even pre-pandemic, I wasn’t a big cinema-goer, with the exception of the occasional Marvel blockbuster. That was, of course, until I met these two dingbats. These fools go to the theaters for everything. And I love that about them, I love their voracious hunger for film consumption, and their desire to have the experience a cinema provides. Personally, I have always enjoyed the more intimate experience of watching films on my laptop. Perhaps at this point I’m just more used to it, after years of less-than-legally downloading what I wanted to watch, a result of both not having money and not having friends to go to the cinema with. For me, there’s nothing like being curled up in my bed, illuminated by the the blueish glow of the screen. I like being able to see things close up, to pause when I need to catch my breath, and to get up and get snacks when I want. I’m sure I’ll pay for this vision-wise later on, but by experiencing movies this way, the films become mine—my experience singular, uninterrupted by the coughing or chatter of others, a story fed directly into my brain for me to keep, exactly the way I like it.
Now, I am in a position where I have money and friends to see films with, but also a desire to support films by and for people of color. I know how important the first weekend box office is—the more money a film with a lead of color makes, the more likely studios are to invest in films with people of color down the road. So many films coming out now are the direct result of the successes of Black Panther (2018) and Get Out (2017), whose box office numbers and critical reception smashed expectations in Hollywood and beyond. I care deeply about inclusivity in storytelling, and believe that while every film may not be for every audience (and this is a good thing), good stories should be supported and given the opportunity to reach their intended viewership. I believe that the systems that both Hollywood and traditional publishing operate on were created for the cis, straight, white consumer, and more often than not, creators of color are set up to fail. The People With Money look for any excuse to say, “well that film with a Black lead failed, so why would we make another one?” or, “audiences won’t find a Desi man like Dev Patel sexy or relatable”.
Which, of course, is very, very wrong.

So it felt important to go see The Green Knight in theaters. Not only did I, as a fan of both surrealist media and Dev Patel, want that beamed into my eyeballs as soon as humanly possible, I wanted to make sure that film made MONEY. The $75 I spent on tickets (three theaters, and one ticket for the digital stream A24 put on) is a minimal contribution to the total, but it matters to me that I do what I can, and encourage others to do the same. I want to make sure studios take notice. I want more films with brown and Black leads getting made.
But this meant putting my health at risk multiple times. I was faced with a dilemma—do I stay home, and risk this film failing (not that it’s all on my shoulders, but.), or do I don my mask, distance from others as much as possible, and hope no one is especially gross with their popcorn?
I stand by my opinion that The Green Knight is a film meant to be viewed solo. It’s an incredibly quiet, careful, and intimate film. It’s a film I wanted to watch up close so that I could study the clothes, the set, all the small ways the actors looked at each other. I wanted very much to pause the film so I could scream into my pillow about Gawain’s jizzbelt. I wanted to rewind the moment when Essel asks Gawain if he’ll ever make her his lady, and his pained expression tells her everything she needs to know about how their future will go. I wanted to shove my face through the screen and enter the beautiful Green Chapel, the fantastical forest set of my dreams. But I also wanted the film to make money. I want Dev Patel to get more jobs. I want more films featuring people of color that aren’t about race or pain or oppression. I want more POC in fantasy worlds. I want Desi knights, I want Latinx witches and wizards, Black superheroes, Asian Chosen Ones.

I felt the same way about Shang-Chi, which we also went to the theaters for. I want this film to make money. For now, it seems like theater sales are the only numbers Hollywood really cares about or knows how to understand. I hope this changes, especially for accessibility reasons, but I’ll play by their rules until it does. This is the long game. Two hours spent masked in a movie theater is worth it to me if it means more years of films by and for historically marginalized communities. My investment now, just like the time I spend promoting books by writers of color, makes me feel like I’m doing my part to bring about the creative future we all deserve.
It sucks. It sucks that we’re in this situation. We do our best—we mask, we only go to theaters that require proof of vaccination, we keep seats empty between social groups. But it also sucks to feel like opening weekend theater-going is the only way to make sure films like this keep getting made.
Emmet!
Families all have personal mythologies. This is often particularly true in those first years of life before we have solid memories, or remember making choices—people tell us the tales of those ephemeral beginnings, so we have a sense of the self we harbored before we knew what “self” was. In my family, there are several about me as a babe: I sang well before I could talk; I resented having to cry to get people’s attention and would often half-ass the attempt; I woke my parents each morning with a recitation of my vocabulary; the first movie I saw in a theater was Star Trek IV: The Voyage Home, and when they released the whales at the end, I waved my infant limbs in a resounding cheer.
Movies matter a lot to my family, and movie theaters maybe moreso. Though there were a fair share of years during my childhood when we were extremely broke, my parents always squirreled away enough to go see films on big screens—it was our joint activity, something that we loved doing as a group no matter our moods. (It definitely helped that we eventually moved to a town with a theater that had matinee showings for under five bucks.)
I bring this up because, while movie theaters are far from the most accessible medium to the world, they have become part of my internal makeup somehow. This wasn’t really something I knew about myself until the pandemic hit and I was suddenly unable to go to a theater for… the longest period in my life. There are a lot of things I adore about theaters, from the immersive quality that requires me to zero in on a single experience to the heightened nature of seeing a film on opening night with an audience that has been waiting just as fervently as I have—like Leah, I love soaking in other people’s reactions and energy during viewing. But the most important aspect for me might be the “sound bath” effect; I can’t get the true surround sound experience from good TV speakers or even over-the-ear headphones (too close), and nothing is so soothing to my nervous system as the encompassing nature of film soundscapes, especially when a good soundtrack is involved. It has a genuine therapeutic quality for me that I never recognized until it was gone.
For over sixteen months.
I bring this up because while the film directors who go off about how their work “wasn’t meant to be seen on televisions” are being jackasses—plenty of people have neither the means nor the physical capability of attending theaters even under normal circumstances, so this argument is classist and ableist at its very roots—it doesn’t change the fact that movie theaters are a net positive on my mental health. And I’m willing to bet money that I’m not the only one.

In this way, I’m probably the opposite of Christina; I’ve certainly watched movies and television on a laptop inches from my face, but it’s never my preferred method. It’s fine. It’s great for screencaps, and pausing, and making sure you heard that line right, and picking up those errant details for cosplay, but for me it’s missing vital pieces. While virtual screeners should be available for all film reviewers in perpetuity, I noticed those pieces while reviewing films this past year. I noticed it while watching Save Yourselves!, and Black Widow, and Space Sweepers—there were so many moments where I wanted more or better immersion, where I missed the laughter or gasps of a crowded theater, where I needed to be enveloped by the explosions or the swelling string section. We talk often about how humans are a social species, and I suppose this is just my preferred method of social interaction: Me and one or more close friends, surrounded by strangers. All of my favorite activities work this way, from theaters to co-errand running to favored local bars. Not solitary, but keeping my own little corner of chaos.
So we decided to break the seal, as it were, and go see The Green Knight together.
And I was terrified.
I cannot stress enough how much that film was a perfect back-to-theaters experience. The sound production is gorgeous and meticulous and forces its audience to hold their breath for each whisper and crunch of leaves. It was eerie and beautiful and strange, exactly the right atmosphere for someone in my headspace (knowing it wasn’t safe, but needing to try all the same). It rained as we traveled to the theater, so I arrived soaked and shivered for the first half of the film. I was able to let go for the majority of the movie itself, but the before and after was wrought with panic; we were too close to everyone, the theater wasn’t checking vaccine cards, the stadium seating was at the perfect steepness for the people behind us to breathe on the back of my head the whole time. The push-pull between cautiousness and neuroses has been a tightrope walk this past year and change—and no one who has taken this situation seriously is going to come out well from it.

By the time Shang-Chi rolled around, there were theaters checking vaccination status before entry that also offered space between seating groups. I had already committed to giving the film my dollars and bought a ticket for an opening night showing that I didn’t attend because, as Christina succinctly put, this matters. The appearance of a slightly safer theater environment meant that I was willing to try in person again, and get my sound bath. Shang-Chi was an absolute delight, and the company I watched it in made it even better; because that’s how I prefer to watch movies.
But the success of Shang-Chi (thank goodness) came with a different sort of price. Because this is how the effects of this pandemic have been weighed from the very start—how much are you willing to endanger yourself and others… because if you don’t, it’s on you that the mega-corp with infinite resources and IP and investors decided to cut out every scrap of representation you’ve begged them for. I am so glad that Shang-Chi is making money, and that Marvel will hopefully take that lesson to heart, but I find it absolutely mortifying that this is how we were forced to get there. And that it means more films will be released “theaters only” when the pandemic hasn’t ended at all because they’ve forced their audiences to weigh the costs for them instead of being responsible on their own terms.
I want to be in theaters, but I didn’t want it to happen this way. I could say the same for every aspect of life that the pandemic has taken away. It isn’t on all of us to make sure movies theaters and restaurants and local shops survive, but the world is determined to guilt us over it anyhow. And I can’t imagine what the true cost will be somewhere down the line.
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Our conversations about MEDIA and CONTENT and THE STATE OF THE WORLD are long and winding. We spent last winter talking about our post-pandemic movie plans over Zoom and groupchats, looking hopefully at release schedules, trying to have remote movie nights and media parties. One of the big elements of this summer, and one of our first intentions for this post, was a pure celebration of THIRST, which is why I made this ridiculous triptych:

Because one of the things that’s brightened this time has been allowing ourselves to be ridiculous with regards to Dev Patel, Bo Burnham, and Tony Leung. (Respectfully.)
But as ever, the more we talked the less silly the conversation became. And now we ask: how have you been dealing with the particular anxieties of Moviegoing in a Pandemic? How have you been shoring up your cultural life in general? Here in the northern bit of the U.S., we’re facing another long, dark, pretty lonely winter, and we’ll need all the art and culture and media we can get—but we’re probably not going to be able to share it together in a room.
Share I live, theaters are pretty safe. About 90% of the population is vaccinated and we still test & trace, and maintain some social distancing. So glad I saw The Green Knight on a big screen.
I don’t get why you all only see an all or nothing response where only theater going supports the movie. These days there are lots of ways to financially support movies without stepping into a theater. There may be a few movies that are released only in theaters, but most are released streaming on one platform or another within weeks of theatrical release, and most of them you pay for one way or another. For the movies that are only in theaters, you could even buy a ticket online and not go. Wait for it to stream somewhere. It’ll do that soon enough, because movie producers want more money and that’s a good way to get it.
Me, I’m never setting foot in a theater again. Aside from avoiding the obvious annoyances like sound levels that will destroy your hearing, I’ve gotten used to the convenience of home theater watching, especially closed captioning (don’t even bother telling me I can get it at a theater – have you ever done that? What a PITA!). If there’s a film I want to watch I can buy it on Vudu or wherever, and support it just the same as if I inconvenienced myself by going out to the movies.
@2 – Get out of my head, you stole my thoughts. EXACTLY.
The fallback argument for theaters is usually the communal response, like the moment when Cap catches Mjolnir in Endgame.
But a crowd is also a problem. They may drown out key jokes or moments with noise. Then there’s that one guy behind you sneezing for two hours without covering his mouth…
I’m usually a purist when it comes to high resolution and, even before covid, projection in theaters was increasingly fuzzy, grainy, and poor. I get far better visuals at home.
Hybrid is the way to go. Producers and studios are used to a movie’s theatrical run as phase one of its financial life. As those returns decrease over time, they will increasingly accept a hybrid model. It doesn’t have to be either/or; how about both?
Sadly they’ve closed the local movie theater here. It was a very nice one, second generation family owned, and all the pre-movie advertisements were filmed by local high school students, which was hilarious. I would take visiting relatives to see a movie just so they could see the ads. The owners said it wasn’t just the pandemic, but that ever since Netflix became popular their ticket sales never really recovered. Closest movie theater now is about 41 miles away, and most of those are closed too. Too bad.
@2: YES. THIS. The last time I went to the cinema, let’s see: sound levels about five times louder than I’d like (and that’s perceptually, which is logarithmic, so it’s probably more like *ten thousand times* louder than my preferred level in a physical damage-to-ears sense); no possibility of pausing even if I need the loo; the projector might have been oh so amazing but the distance between it and the screen was such that the amount of dust in the way, here in dusty Fenland, made the screen quality not great; the screen was far too large and I had to crane my head back painfully to see it; no captions, of course, and the sound was *awful*, with a terrible cluttered mix such that the admittedly good music overwhelmed the not-well-enunciated dialogue and for the first half hour I could hardly understand any of it… and when I left, my ears were ringing, which is an actual sign of actual literal irreparable hearing damage (yes, really: there was an article in SciAm a few years ago).
I suppose other people were there, that’s good, right? I mean with the sound levels that high it’s not like audience noise was likely to be perceptible, let alone disturbing. Yeah right. I sat down a long way from anyone else to keep infection risk down and then a group of people sat down right next to me a minute or two before the thing started. Unmasked, NATCH. Chattering, NATCH. (I moved.)
My decision ten years ago to stop going to cinemas and invest in a home cinema setup instead has not only saved me a pile of money versus paying for cinema tickets (it paid for itself in only three or four years), but it’s hammed in just what awful places cinemas are. For me, anyway. Yes, maybe the studios do rely on good cinema ticket sales to tell what to invest in, but y’know, that sort of terrible signal is *their* damn problem, not mine. They really should use a better signal, or at least more than just that one signal.
I am in a well vaccinated state, have all my shots, and despite all my precautions, had a breakthrough case of COVID, so my immune system is pretty robustly prepared at this point. I wear a mask and go to weekday matinees (where they give retirees discounts) that are sparsely attended. So I feel pretty safe. And I am glad to be back, because there is something about the communal theater experience that is very important to me.
I go to theatres mostly for the visuals because the biggest screen I have is my laptop, and I do believe some movies deserve to be seen on as big a screen as possible, The Green Knight being one. The communal response was never a big draw to me I don’t tend to like crowds even before Covid, I always tried to leave a seat or two between me and my neighbours, sometimes they get filled up, sometimes they don’t. The Covid restrictions kind of helped my normal preferences. When I saw Suicide Squad though, I showed up late because I thought there’d be more trailers and there was a large group seated right up to my assigned seat, which definitely got me anxious. Their block was sold after I got my tickets so I don’t know how many empty seats they were supposed to leave if anyone was not in their assigned seats but I had to move down a couple seats before I could stop thinking about the seat situation and focus on the movie. Since then I’ve tried to go a week or two after opening weekend when I wanted to see something in theatres, when there’s less of a rush, and that’s been fine, the seats were sufficiently blocked off for my comfort.
I like the theatrical experience (albeit less so as its been degraded in the age of smartphones and people losing the idea that you’re supposed to mostly be quiet in the theater). But I don’t need it enough that it passes my risk benefit analysis with cases where I am still 10x the summer low.
(I know people for whom it does, and this late in the pandemic it’s pretty clear that everyone’s decided what they can and can’t live without and how they judge risk. You do you.)
Either way, I figure it’s the seller who decides how they want to make the product available, and it’s not my job to determine how best to support them. Black Widow was available day and date on D+ for an extra charge. So I voted with my dollars for them to do that again if possible, because I appreciate having the option. (No extra charge is even better from my perspective, but I don’t begrudge them making up the lost ticket sale.)
Shang Chi wasn’t, so I’m waiting the 45 days (or whatever Disney decides) to see it. While I have a definite preference, neither is a travesty of justice, and I trust that Disney can figure out what supports its filmmaking better than I can. As long as I’m getting them through legit channels, I figure I’m keeping my end of the bargain.
And I hope the day comes when I feel safe in theaters again. But it seems like the sort of thing I’ll do when it’s going to be fun, rather than an exercise in defying risk to stand with the tradition of How Films Should Be Viewed. Art is important, but I don’t think that importance is lost because the delivery medium goes through changes. (Changes that were pretty visibly in process in any case, though the pandemic certainly acceleratef them.)
And I first saw any number of classics chopped up with commercials on a 12 inch CRT (black and white, though at least so we’re a lot of the classics). Or later panned and scanned on a secondhand mono VHS. Even watching on a laptop is miles beyond that, never mind a modern TV setup. A good theater experience may be better in some ways, but the baseline is *so* much higher than it was.
Our local theatre is really small, with only a few patrons, except in school holidays. If you go during a weekday during term-time, you can nearly have the whole theatre to yourself – last time I went there were 2 other couples. Vaccination rates here are 90% first dose, so all in all pretty safe. I don’t know whether I’d go to a school holiday showing until kids can be vaccinated, though.
Given that theatres are still closed in my area, I don’t even have the choice. Would I go if they were open? Probably, almost certainly for a few films (I so so wanted to watch Black Widow and Shang – Chi in IMAX, but that ship has already sailed). I anyway tend to watch movies alone so I don’t have a problem with watching at home either, but that option doesn’t exist as of now so all I can do is threaten people who might potentially drop Shang-Chi spoilers and hope for the best, while the powers-that-be push back the Disney+ release date again and again…
Since I was vaccinated back in March, I have seen 72(!) movies in theaters, thanks to AMC A*List. I don’t feel uneasy at all, not least because I’m in Manhattan, where we have good vaccination rates, and because the theaters are almost always uncrowded, since I’m retired and often go in the middle of the day on work days. Several times I have been the only person in the theater. For me, seeing a movie on a large screen and forcibly removed from distractions is so much better than watching at home.
I love going to the movies. While there can be some charm in watching films at home there are too many distractions: roommates, neighbors, the perennial game of ‘fireworks or gunshots’, never mind that my brain wants to multitask or at least succumb to another round of candy crush.
I couldn’t imagine first seeing a film like Titane at home. It’s too strange, too bizarre, too wtf, and I blame half of my enjoyment being derived from the group of 20-somethings who decided early on to not take this gonzo film completely seriously. Likewise The Green Knight, a movie I really loved but know that if I were to have streamed it would probably have not given it my full attention. Plus it’s so much easier to keep up with what’s out there instead of waiting for streaming and hoping that it’ll be available on your streaming app of choice.
The cinema in my town (Coolidge Corner Theater!) offers Masked Matinees on Sunday mornings for big first run films. Proof of vax, no concessions, masks the whole time and 25% capacity. I saw In the Heights there in June and cried just to be in a theater. (I hadn’t been in one in 17 months). It was an amazing and at times overwhelming experience that I thought would be filling my summer. Haven’t been back since due to Delta. Sadly, I couldn’t attend the MM Green Knight screening, but I do have tickets for The French Dispatch and I cannot wait to be back in those red velvet seats. This is the only way I will see movies in a theater now and I would only do it for very high priority films.
I’ve got an AMC private rental to see Dune with my friends. It will be my first movie in a theater since March 2020. I miss them, but of all the indoor activities I feel comfortable with right now, sitting in a questionably ventilated space with people of unknown vaccination status who may or may not keep a mask on during the movie – simply not worth it (strong agree with mschiffe, “I don’t need it enough that it passes my risk benefit analysis with cases where I am still 10x the summer low;” though I am not sure we are at 10x where I am, it’s not great). I have paid to access a few premier movies on streaming (Emma, early on; most recently Jungle Cruise because that is my favorite ride), but I’m also fine waiting for regular streaming release. My movie-going habit is only a few years old, anyway – for most of the last 10-15 years I hadn’t made it there very often. Really, really, really wanted to see Dune on the big screen tho!
I disagree with your assumption that we won’t be able to share these moments in the same room. The floodgates are open and it would be a hard sell to close them again. And I’m glad for that.
Because I also disagree that it’s on any company to make decisions like that for us. I’m glad theaters are open. I know some people still stay away from them, but I’m happy that I have the chance to go. And as things get colder and outside gets less appealing, I think I’ll do it more.
Went to Shang Chi in the theatre solely for the vote with your wallet factor because I’m happy with movies on my TV. The fam and I are all fully vaxxed and the vax rate in our area is good, but… still couldn’t with the general public. So, I booked a private showing (actually pretty reasonable if you have some extended family). Have no idea how that shows up on the stats since I certainly didn’t bring even half the max allowed 20, and the ticket takers didn’t look like they were diligently counting how many people I brought in…?
My friend bought a private Dune showing next Thurs and only invited vaxxed friends. I’m going to that… but only that. There are way too many anti-vax / anti-maskers for me to sit in a crowded indoor space with strangers. Besides, at home I have a clean bathroom, cheap snacks, and 2 furry lap warmers.
I stopped going to theatres when the local cineplexes all put in new chairs that are like those awful recliners that were so popular with dads in the 1970s.
Those were uncomfortable and so are the theatre ones– too long in the seat for short people and the weirdest part is having a liedown feature that is frankly incomprehensible.
I want to see the Simi Liu movie and I was interested in a couple of others, but again local theatres don’t seem to advertise what is playing or what is coming.
I get more useful information from the Little Theatre groups in town, than from movie theatres.