Is Every 2021 Movie Amazing or Did I Just Miss Eating Twizzlers in the Dark?
I first realized I had a problem when I cried not once, but TWICE during a matinee showing of Cruella. This experience was preceded by my crying throughout A Quiet Place Part II. I also quickly proclaimed both movies to be game-changing and the best thing Id ever seen. AQP2 was genuinely good, and Cruella was amusing and a good time, but these were hardly game-changing, genre-defying cinematic experiences. As much as I missed all the trappings of normal life during quarantine, the loss of movie theaters was emotionally devastating. Movies have always been my sanctuary, the place I go to escape, to feel safe. It is quite simply, my favorite place to be. I knew returning to theaters would be emotional, but I had no idea I would now be grading everything I watched on the hugest of curves. My inner critic is bewildered and my brain feels broken after 2020. This may not seem like a real problem, but as someone who reviews movies for a living, I am slightly concerned that every movie I see this year will get an automatic 5 stars. I am also worried about embarrassing myself and my friends when I completely lose my shit and start weeping during Space Jam: A New Legacy. In the immortal words of Master Shake from Aqua Teen Hunger Force, I am thirty or forty years old, and I do not need this.  A year of pandemic living has changed us on a molecular level, and I doubt anyone is the same person they were in March 2020. We will undoubtedly be unpacking this traumatic period for years to come. So yeah, emotions are going to keep bubbling out of us at weird and random intervals. In talking to friends and co-workers, Ive found folks similarly stymied by resuming life as normal. A year of no pants and zero small talk has given everyone I know an identity crisis. In the meantime, please excuse me if Im overly effusive about the most uninspired films. As a consummate indoor girl, I have spent the last year at national parks, playgrounds, and botanical gardens. And I have the farmer tan to prove it (RIP ever wearing a tank top again). But I longed to return to the familiarity of my human terrarium. So please bear with me as I emotionally acclimate to movie theaters again. Im just a woman, standing in front of an AMC, feeling too many emotions. Become a subscriber and support the site! [email protected]