No laptop, tablet or TV screen can replace cinema's collective thrill

When the first Disney film Mulan came out in 1998, I was 10. My friend Alice and I were taken to see it on the big screen. In the avalanche scene, we clung to each other in terror that Mulan's lucky cricket wasn't going to make it, and in the car on the way home we sang what lyrics we could remember of the cross-dressing military anthem, "I'll Make a Man Out of You". Apparently, studio bosses hadn't wanted Cri-Kee the cricket in the film and kept looking for excuses to cut him from the story. Which just goes to show that movie executives, then as now, are more than capable of wilfully, woefully misjudging their audience.

Disney last week announced the decision not to release the live-action remake of Mulan in cinemas. Today's 10-year-old girls will be able to rent the new Mulan from the streaming service Disney+ for a fee on top of an annual subscription.

Not exorbitant when you consider the cost of taking a daughter and her best friend (and their mutinous younger brothers) to the cinema and letting them loose on the candy bar. But whatever saving a family might make on the popcorn, they will have lost something far greater by staying in and watching it at home.

Hell may be other people's buckets of salted snacks, but without an audience to jump at the poltergeist, weep at the ending and gasp at the Knives Out reveal, every emotional dial is turned down.

A confession: at the end of last year I went with a girlfriend (we are both in our 30s) to see Frozen 2. There was something unexpectedly uplifting about sharing with strangers the snowbound power ballads, the triumphs of sisterhood and the adventures of Sven the comedy moose.

On a tablet, on a smartphone, even on a plasma flat-screen at home, the experience would have been the less for not being all together in the cinema's gloaming.

There's something, too, about the uninterrupted run of a film. At home, it's stop, start, pause, play, "I'm just popping to the loo" and "put the kettle on, love". It's tricky to be truly immersed when you're watching Parasite over the ironing.

We cannot live the rest of our lives in lockdown. There was a special sort of ceremony and drum-roll expectation about going to the cinema as children. It would be a terrible shame if that sense of occasion were lost.

In truth, I can't remember a single scene from Pocahontas, which I saw when I was eight, but I do remember the treat of the outing and that my godmother took us to an American-style diner afterwards and let us have milkshakes for supper.

The Telegraph, London