A Love Letter to Solo Cinema Trips
I love going to the cinema, especially alone.
There’s a special calm in watching a film by yourself. You can pick your seat, arrive at your own pace, and let the movie settle into your thoughts without interruption. The first film I saw alone was Richard Ayoade’s The Double, and I remember how freeing it felt: complete freedom to sit where I wanted and to leave with my own private reactions intact. And yes—no sharing sweets is an underrated perk.
Solo screenings give an uncommon space to be uninterrupted for two hours. There’s no one demanding your instant opinion when the credits roll. You can linger, mull, and let your thoughts grow. Sometimes you wish you had someone to rant or rave to, so it helps to have a film friend to share passions with later. But there’s also a quiet independence in walking out of a darkened cinema with your mind buzzing, feeling inspired and strangely empowered.
Maybe I’m a loner—reading in a café is another favourite pastime—but in a cinema I never truly feel alone. I’m immersed in someone else’s world, and that shared humanity with the audience is comforting. And yes, did I mention the sweets?
I love you, solo cinema.
Annice