I saw alien Romulus in a theater. I estimate the volume was around 80dB. It fucking hurt. I had to watch the final hour with my fingers in my ears. I should have just left like the person in front of me did.
Then again this was a theater in a mall surrounded by commercial real estate and finance leeches. I bet they are trying to speed up the mall closure.
My husband really loves the movie going experience but even he is having a really hard time justifying the amount of money it costs to see a flick in a theater. Whereas I would prefer never to leave my house so I’m cool with staying in to watch something, even if it means I have to wait for it. (Except for Dune. We make an exception for that. I’m sure there will be other exceptions in the future.)
I love going to the theatre. Sitting in a reclining chair, watching this movie I’ve been so excited for on the big screen, and there is just something about movie theatre popcorn that makes it worth the inflated price.
Theaters are a dying business. Wait until the largest theater conglomerate in the world has its notes come due in 2026, and yes, it is in debt for millions. Analyst predict if it declares bankruptcy it will be forced to close over 150+ theaters in the US alone.