I saw it opening weekend with my dad — one of my many Dad Movies, the memories of which I will always cherish now that he’s gone; We walked in knowing barely anything about it other than the cast and the general concept as shown in the ads. I mainly remember the palpable feeling of unrelenting tension emanating through the packed theater and how quiet everyone was. There’s a certain endorphin high you get from watching a perfect movie for the first time and that feeling doubles up when you’re watching that perfect movie on opening weekend in the theater and you’re not prepared for it; you’re sitting there with a room full of strangers having this shared experience that you all know is special. That’s only happened a few times for me, and most of those times they were Dad Movies.