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©Universal/Courtesy Everett Collection The weather was mythical.
Ninety-something degrees in Manhattan, with Canadian wildfire smoke painting the sky a hazy orange. It smelled like a barbecue of rotten onions; the air was a spritz of acid to the eyes. “Stay inside,” warned the weather app.
The gods hath forsaken us, I thought on the opening night of “The Odyssey,” washing me and 650 other castaways onto the shores of the Upper West Side, where a 2 a.m. screening of the Christopher Nolan epic in Imax 70mm was playing to an entirely sold-out room.
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