I cheated and watched the 50th on Saturday, even though I swore I was going to wait until seeing it in the theater on Monday. It was absolutely gorgeous on the big screen and I should’ve waited, but I am super weak willed.
I have to say, my absolute favorite part of seeing it in the theater last night was when the guy next to me, who was probably 40-45 years old, heard the voice of the curator and gasped super loudly and clutched his chest. He’d made little murmurs of appreciation of jokes here and there, but it was that moment where you could tell he was trying to contain the fan feels.
Also, the moment when Capaldi came on screen the entire theater lost it.