Mood.
The first quarter of almost any normal year yields very little from the movie watching perspective, at least theatrically. The sprint to screen awards contenders in New York and Los Angeles having ended with the ringing in of the new year, the ensuing months become a sort of protracted sloughing-off of the dead weight of the previous 12 months (or longer). The miscalculated prestige pictures, the reboots without an audience, the movies of potential interest gone sour with excessive tinkering; the low, gray months are when projects too expensive to be thrown away are thrust into the marketplace to gather as much revenue as possible before they die the death of a thousand tweets. Needless to say, there is no normal, not anymore. Or perhaps more accurately, the new normal just isn t. But the constancy of limited cinematic choices, now heightened by so many theaters having been shuttered, remains; there is not a whole lot going on.