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In defence of the multiplex
The multiplex cinema experience is oft-maligned. Justifiably so, sometimes. There are the people who seem pathologically unable to put away their phones. The mess and broken seats. The half-hour of ads and trailers. The lighting. All those fucking nachos.
To say there’s room for improvement would be like saying I’m kind of looking forward to Dunkirk. (Of course I am. It goes without saying. Everybody is.) Showcase has, to its credit, recognised this, and responded with reclining seats and a borderline-comical expanse of legroom. Other chains too will need to shape up if they want to keep cinemagoing a national pastime in the age of on-demand everything.
Let go of the snark. You might actually like it
You may have noticed, but there’s now a very distinct portion of the movie-going audience who yearn to criticise far more than they want to actually enjoy anything. They wait, breath bated, for the credits to roll, so they can unleash a barrage of snark upon whichever poor fools dared try and entertain them.
Maybe they’re the logic police; maybe there was too much CGI; it could be an accent, or the voiceover, or an actress, or the music. Nothing is too big or too small for this peanut gallery of cynical wannabe-critics.