![]() Or maybe they had all decided to see Oppenheimer second. There certainly wasn’t a lot of crossover, in that I couldn’t see anyone else quivering with blank incomprehension at the indiscriminate violence of nuclear warfare as the curtain went up on Barbie. Nobody was wearing a mid-century suit, or came dressed as someone who had been physically and spiritually hollowed out by constant nightmarish visions of mass death, which seemed like a missed opportunity. Oppenheimer, however, was less well represented. The guy standing next to me at the cinema urinal was wearing a Barbie T-shirt. All the staff at my local multiplex were wearing pink. The cinema, too, felt tribal in a weirdly one-sided way, too. Because otherwise, and I’m talking from very recent first-hand experience, the effect is a little like having your mother’s funeral invaded by a flashmob of parking circus clowns. If you take anything from this, it’s that you should really go and see Barbie first. Or at least, if you do decide to do Barbenheimer, please don’t do it in the order I went to see it. In slightly more words: Jesus Christ no, absolutely not, what a terrible, terrible idea this is. The question is, will Barbenheimer save all of cinema as we know it? ![]() A rising tide lifts all boats, after all.īut is it a good idea to smoosh two violently different films into a single five-hour marathon? Both Barbie and Oppenheimer came out this week, and I spent an afternoon doing exactly that. Despite spending the last few weeks looking palpably baffled by having to play 400 tinpot YouTube parlour games just to promote his movie, Christopher Nolan also seemed fairly into the idea as well. Instead of picking just one film, people started latching on to the idea of seeing Barbie and Oppenheimer together, on the same day, as part of a wildly incongruous double bill.
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