After six months, I made my return this past weekend to the theater. And it was glorious. (The film I saw was Russell Crowe’s UNHINGED, a worthy flick for such an occasion. Read my review on this site this week.) I haven’t been kept away from movies. The drive-in has been my lifeline these past months, and I am grateful. I will not forget you, oh loyal drive-in, once the pandemic is over and things return to some semblance of normalcy. I hope no one else does, either. You’ve been there for us, and we must still be there for you afterwards. But I’m talking about a standard, sit-down theatrical experience. After six months of having them locked down, it feels damn good to be back sitting in a theater again, eating movie theater popcorn and enjoying the standard viewing experience.
I’m not telling you what to do. I wouldn’t want that responsibility. I’m not telling you to go to the movies. I’m not telling you to stay home. You decide for yourselves what is the right decision for you. But I can and will tell you about my experience. They took my temperature before I went into the building. They kept people standing in line at the concession counter six feet apart. They kept people seated in the theater six feet apart. More than six feet. Everyone working wore masks, and they wouldn’t let anybody in who wasn’t wearing one. Once you sat down, you could take it off. I never got closer than the required six feet minimum from anyone at any point. It was a safer experience than going to Walmart for groceries. I believe that wholeheartedly.
I will continue to take all reasonable precautions. And I will be back in the theater next week for THE NEW MUTANTS. Absolutely I will.