I remember when I saw the trailer for No Time to Die. I know that sounds like some opening salvo of nostalgia for something that happened like four months ago, but I don’t mean it like that. Bear with me. I was seeing The Rise of Skywalker (a total adequate film) with my dad. Afterward, he said he was looking forward to seeing the new James Bond movie and would go see it in a theater. I said I would join him. We often go to the big blockbuster movies together (while I go see the likes of, say, Parasite with others or by myself). So I mentally marked when the movie would be released: April 10. Of course, you know what happened by now.
No Time to Die was one of the first cultural casualties of COVID-19, aka the coronavirus. It was not the last. That movie got delayed. It made sense. People are either too sick, or too worried, to go see a big blockbuster in the theaters. The ticket sales would be relatively meager. A Quiet Place II has been delayed. The making of the latest Fast and Furious movie has been delayed. The new season of Survivor isn’t being shot. Are those people just chilling in Fiji? It would be safe. It’s remote and COVID-19 isn’t really there.