The Art of Watching (and the Decline of Theater Etiquette)
Packing up, tearing up, and trying to enjoy a movie without someone talking over it.
From Tom Cruise finales to Celine Song heartbreaks, this week’s watchlist sent me spiraling in mostly good ways. Also: movie theater etiquette is officially dead, I smell like a sexy fruit salad, and I’m packing up my life with zero clue where I’m going next.
Watched
Mission: Impossible – The Final Reckoning – A satisfying, callback heavy last chapter in the saga. I binged the whole series beforehand, so seeing all the references was worth it. Unfortunately, two women behind me talked the entire 3 hour runtime. It was so bad, the elderly man next to me left mid submarine scene. Do you know how hard it is to get an old man to walk out of a Tom Cruise movie? Theater etiquette is nonexistent.
Past Lives – Homework for Materialists. I finally watched Celine Song’s buzzy debut and… I’m still emotional about it. Could not stand the guy Nora marries, especially the part where they mirror that John Lennon/Yoko Ono Rolling Stone cover (it’s always been an ugly pose to me). In that moment, he became the ugliest man alive. This movie is sad, quietly devastating, and way too real. If Dakota Johnson ends up with Chris Evans in Materialists, I’m rioting.
Parthenope – Sun, sea, and stunning Italian fashion. It didn’t emotionally land for me, but it’s undeniably gorgeous. Like watching a perfume ad with ocean sounds for two hours. No notes. Just vibes.
FUBAR Season 2 – Arnold’s still got it. This show is peak “don’t think, just vibe.” The dad jokes are relentless, the tone is campy, and I honestly enjoy every dumb minute of it.
Did
Packing my apartment – The purge has begun. No clue where I’m moving yet, but I’m trusting the chaos. I’ve already found at least three things I didn’t know I owned, which feels like a small win?
NOYZ Birthday Pop Up – Walked out smelling like the hottest version of summer: honey, cherries, and salt. Had an amazing smashburger, a perfect drink, and found one other introvert in a sea of minglers. We bonded over tattoos and escaped politely early. 10/10.