Any serious cinema obsessive will recognise parts of themselves in Cinemania: the deranged scheduling, the fury at rustling crisp packets, the absurd number of films consumed. I watch films to step outside my life for a couple of hours. These five New Yorkers seem to have stepped outside theirs altogether.
They’re not watching films to escape life. They’re watching films instead of it. Living in one of the most extraordinary cities on earth, several appear socially isolated and possibly neurodivergent; several are on disability benefits. The documentary presents this as charming eccentricity. I found it quietly devastating.
That’s also its flaw. The camera lingers, the audience is invited to gawp, and the film never asks what loneliness, compulsion or lack of support might sit behind the ritual. They’re not lovable eccentrics. They’re vulnerable people, and Cinemania seems far more interested in their habits than their lives.
Worth watching. But don’t expect to feel great about watching it.