Sometimes we build them by ourselves. Other times others help us. Nothing quite like that crash from on high, is there? Here are a few excessively high expectations I’ve had.
- After Zoë Bell talked up Vanishing Point in Death Proof, I was sure I’d love it. Instead I just found it tedious. Furthermore, I had no idea what I was supposed to take away from the car inexplicably changing from a Challenger into a Camaro at the very end. Turns out I wasn’t supposed to notice.
- If you say Bonefish Grill to someone, there is a 99% chance that person’s reply will contain “Bang Bang Shrimp.” Wow at this appetizer’s word of mouth. By the time I finally had the opportunity to try them, I was half-expecting to have an orgasm as soon as I tasted one. Guess what? They’re good. But I wouldn’t go back just to have them again, particularly when you have to sit so close to everyone else in the restaurant. (I don’t know if that’s a Huntsville thing or not, but I don’t want to spend date-night money for dinner and then have another table barely a yard away in every direction.)
- Having listened to literally nothing else in the car but Appetite for Destruction for six months, I was excited to get Guns N’ Roses’ follow-up LPs, Use Your Illusion I and Use Your Illusion II. Given that I thought (and think to this day) that Appetite was and is the best hard rock/heavy metal record ever, the Use Your Illusion albums were bound to be a step or two down. Indeed, the good stuff is. But a little more than half of the material is mediocre to awful. There is nearly 152 minutes of music on the two albums. There’s a really solid 60- to 70-minute album in there to be mined.
- The Great Gatsby is as close to pointless as anything I’ve ever read. This must be the greatest (heh) case of the emperor’s new clothes in the history of American literature. Quoting myself at the above link: “It is crafted with skill. But bricks can as easily compose a whorehouse as a cathedral.”
What have you thought was going to be fantastic and then wasn’t?