Welcome Return to movies, A special series of articles in which we explore how we feel about returning to movie theaters after the epidemic. For this entry, Mary Beth is excited to be thrilled by the scary movies in the MacDonald theaters and again the scary community experience with strangers.
May0, 2008 Brian Bertino Strangers Hit theaters, my thirteenth birthday weekend. For weeks, my dad and I had planned to watch it open tonight, enthusiastically discussing what might happen and watching the trailer over and over again. At the age of thirteen, it may seem a little early to watch such a movie, but I have been watching scary movies since I was four years old. Blame it on a terrified parent.
Arriving in May 300, I practically walked home from school, my father waited for me to pick me up, and we eagerly went to the theater. It was packed, each seat filled and a group of teenagers sitting next to me. But once the lights went out and the movie started, the angry children fell silent.
What happened is the most painful ninety minutes of my life and the life of my entire audience. Together we jumped up, screamed, and never stopped sweating as the couple was tortured onscreen by their three terrifying mask tormators. It was a communal experience that I will never see again. But in that moment, we shared a bond.
As my father and I walked into the parking garage we were thinking about the movie and we headed for the car, because no one in the mask could catch us from anywhere. The whole experience is why I like movies, why I have missed them so deeply and why I am so excited that they have finally returned.
There is nothing more enjoyable than going to see a scary movie on an open week. People in their seats discuss with anxious energy what they are looking at. Everyone is there to be scared and to experience fear on the big screen.
The atmosphere is electric, and it starts to crack as soon as the movie starts. Stress ramps up, and when a person screams, many suits follow. The audience members provoke each other to express their terror, and a wave of nervous laughter follows. It’s like riding a rollercoaster, the kind of people you don’t know: you’re there because you want to be so scared.
When Hereditary Was released, no one in the theater was ready enough for what we were going to see. Call this generation with all of the hype Outbreak, It seemed we were all ready for the challenge; Could it really be that scary? The answer is a resounding yes. When Charlie hit the telephone pole, we were all shocked. When his broken head was shown on the side of the road, we breathed a sigh of relief and swam in the middle of the theater.
And when our eyes slowly began to adjust to the darkness of the screen and we saw Annie hiding in the ceiling, there was a ripple effect, one, two, five, ten people recognized what was happening and the glare shone. The whole theater was aroused when they made a terrifying discovery, wanting to participate rather than learn in their seats. We’ve all been through this trauma together, and there’s something special about it.
While we’re lucky to see so many studios pivoting for Streamy V and VOD releases, the lack of fear factor and the sense of community are simply not the same. Of course, slowly realizing that Tony Colette is hiding the shadow of Peter’s roof is scary on my computer, but sharing the scary experience of hitting something back with more than a hundred strangers.
There’s, of course, the ability to watch scary movies alone in a pitch-black room wearing voice-canceling headphones; You feel lonely and weak. But you have no one to be afraid of when you are scared or to share a cathartic laugh with the person sitting next to you when they are scared to jump. No horror film can defeat the community created during the screening.
I didn’t love anything more than what I saw strange and strange Empty man With a group of incredible and fascinated viewers on the big screen who can’t see far from David Primer’s ballad. I can only imagine the twenty-two-minute opening of the police, the murmur of confusion during the explanation of the hymns, and the stunned voices behind the filth of laughter than the character James saying “Stop this fuck”.
Horrible voices and cries of despair were heard from the crowd as the story becomes more complicated and goes to some strange places. Negative reactions are also a part of the communal horror film experience. It’s like a heck of a live show, ridiculous at first but very annoying if it continues. Empty man It shows such a reaction even when it is seen at home, so only watching a scary movie in the theater expands its emotional journey.
Quiet place part two, The Conjuring: The devil made me do this, And Candyman Finally getting all the theatrical releases this summer that are guaranteed to attract the big open night crowd that I love so much. The sound of crunchy popcorn feels dangerous Quiet place Part II; Viewers will be ready to jump jump scare The Conjuring: The devil made me do this; And a new version of a horror icon will love the screen Candyman.
All of these movies are a group of scared fans either dedicated or begging to see a new one in a theater. This summer finally my hot, humid Friday nights my friend can spend every skinny fact I know about the movie. The lights go down, the audience calms down, and we’re all ready to panic.