Jenny Slate, left, and Jake Lacy of “Obvious Child” are best enjoyed as a party of one. (A24 Films)

The best part of being a columnist instead of a reviewer is if I don’t feel like seeing “Jersey Boys” (I didn’t) or if I don’t have much to say about “Think Like a Man Too” (I don’t. It was fine.) then I don’t have to write about them. 

The problematic part is that I’m expected to fill this space weekly with words about movies because apparently people aren’t that interested in how my week is going. (Fine. A little busy, but good.)

So this week I went to see “Obvious Child” on Wednesday afternoon, both because multiple people recommended it to me and because I needed something to write about. 

I am utterly spoiled when it comes to movies. I get stressed when I see movies the “regular” way, rather than at press screenings. I worry about getting there early enough to get a good seat. I don’t like crowds. There’s always someone texting and I’m too cowardly to tell them to knock it off. My brain turns into a taxi meter, continually running up the money the baby sitter is costing with every preview — and why are there SO MANY previews?! 

But, oh, when I saw “Obvious Child” (which I loved, by the way. You should see it.) there was such bliss. I bought a ticket. I bought some popcorn. I saw a movie without a notebook in my lap or a meter running in my head. Going to the movies like a normal human was fun for the first time in a long time.

Here’s what I want you to do at least once this summer: Go to a movie by yourself, in the middle of the day. Wear your work clothes; it seems a little more sinful that way. “Obvious Child” is only 83 minutes long — catch the 1:15 show at the  E Street Cinema and you can be back at work by 3. Everyone will just think you took a long lunch or had a doctor’s appointment. 

The world won’t end if you spend one afternoon in the dark; in fact, it might get a little bit better.