Early in lockdown—when I was trying to tell myself things might all be back to near-normal by summer, even though I knew I was kidding myself—I didn’t want to watch any movie that wasn’t a 1980s comedy. But some five months later, I’ve become so numbed to the horrors of everyday existence that I can watch all kinds of things again without sinking into a pool of dread (I now live in the pool of dre