Tired of Timothée Chalamet

It seems like some cinema hall is closing down somewhere in Hong Kong every other week. Good.

I’m surprised there are still so many cinemas around in this day and age when streaming services have changed the game to the extent of rendering the old model of movie-watching almost obsolete.

I don’t go to the cinema any more, unless I’m dragged there against my will to fulfil some social obligation I can’t wriggle out of.

What am I missing, the “ambience” and “group experience” that I wouldn’t be able to recreate otherwise at home? No thanks.

I’ll tell you what I don’t miss: being trapped in the dark in a concrete cavern with hundreds of coughing, sneezing, masticating, restless noisemakers for up to two hours at a time.

I get to avoid irritants that drive me into a murderous rage in the middle of a movie, like mobile phones going off and loud chewing because people must talk and stuff their faces with popcorn the entire time.