An Introvert’s Guide to the COVID-19 Cinema Experience (including Tenet)
As a socially-anxious, introverted millennial, nothing turns me on more than going to the movie theater alone (don’t you dare judge me until you’ve upgraded your true to life experience by eliminating your irritating, glib colleague that yaks in your ear about not understanding what is happening at the best damn aspect of the movie). Pre-COVID, these snapshots of self-care were as yet ruined by some bozo penetrating my air pocket of harmony and driving me to hurry my rear end back so he could get to his seat, all the while spilling skittles and popcorn butter on my shoes. Do you scorn outsiders? I have some uplifting news: COVID-19 has gotten out the theaters – giving us enough space to imagine we are going to a private screening, which means it was the ideal opportunity for me to re-visitation of the theater.
I approach the appropriately separated virtual booths and settle on the troublesome choice between observing Spongebob: Sponge on the Run or Tenet. I choose to spare Spongebob for when the administration begins selling premade nutty spread sandwiches loaded down with enchantment mushrooms. I buy a ticket for Tenet, utilizing my rotting Scene focuses that I’ve been storing because of my pandemic SkipTheDishes habit. I figure out how to score one of the better seats in the theater, and I’m very satisfied.
Spread of COVID-19
Seats are removed from others to help forestall the spread of COVID-19. Seat D7 in theater 4, the best seats in the house, with an entire column for myself without agonizing over some snap slithering over my lap to get to the seat close to me. Surprisingly better, just four others appear. I consider that possibly COVID-19 isn’t all that awful; I recollect that simply under a million people have passed on around the world, the theater business is wrecked, and economies overall are confronting significant downturns. I quickly think about how the crafty comforts of private enterprise have transformed me into an egotistical butt face.
Two or three COVID-19 related sections
Yet, my rising skepticism can pause, in light of the fact that the commercial baffled preshow begins, staying unaltered aside from two or three COVID-19 related sections, including a specialist reminding me to wear a veil. I’m no enemy of masker; I would approve of this were it not for the unexpected activity of the bites counter making the division of instructing me to eat down some layered butter and, “to keep my veil on goddammit.”
When Tenet starts, I’m ready to forget about this present reality apocalyptic nightmare of environmental change, pandemics, and dictator governments and rather suffocate myself in the dumbfounding big-screen spectacle of a Christopher Nolan flick portraying a likely apocalyptic nightmare. Tenet doesn’t hold up to Nolan’s best work (Interstellar was one of my preferred Cinema encounters of all time), yet the high-idea activity scenes and brain desensitizing time-travel turns make the over two-hour runtime fly by.
So until the anxiously foreseen Dune hits theaters in the not so distant future, or Elon Musk surgically plants microchips in our cerebrum that let us have private film screenings from the latrine – put on your cover, purchase a seat six feet from your friend’s, and hurl yourself entirely into that sweet sort of idealism that solitary the movie theater experience can give.
