You Will Thank Me
The New Yorker|February 18 - 25, 2019

If you haven’t seen “Aröma” in a movie theatre yet, you must. Trust me. Have I ever steered you wrong?

Patricia Marx
You Will Thank Me

O.K., that one time. But then didn’t I find you a good divorce lawyer?

Yes, I am aware that you can stream it on CineSteal, but, believe me, you want—need—to experience this movie on the big screen.

Bigger than that.

Louder. Whatever you do, I insist that you go to a theatre that has SurroundScream. There’s a wonderful state-of-the-art Infinityplex in . . . can you fly to Sydney, Australia, tomorrow?

King of Prussia Mall? Can’t you visit your mother in the

hospital later? “Aröma” is leaving theatres on Wednesday, so this is your only chance—like seeing Halley’s Comet.

In the I.C.U.? How long did they give her? The movie’s only seven hours and change. I know your mother would want you to see it.

Yes, foreign, but not foreign in that way. None of the characters loses a bicycle, and you don’t have to look at any poor people.

This story is from the February 18 - 25, 2019 edition of The New Yorker.

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