It’s downright flat to start this piece with “I miss”. Much of what people write about in these coronavirus times are recollections, i.e., they miss eating out, barhopping, malling, being with friends, going to the bookstores, or just plain hanging out.
What I really miss are movies on the big screen. Long before streaming, the cinemas were my escape from the dailiness of life and that’s beside the point because I love the art of the movies. There’s nothing like it. For a couple of hours the most, I can be transported to a world beyond my imagination. Someone said this: ‘What is a movie if not a false memory. It never happened, but it lingers in our mind like an actual event.’ Yes, and that’s what makes moviegoing exciting.
What will happen to the theater now? No, streaming cannot take its place.