It’s one of the worst forms of regret. You prejudge something as unappealing. But a wave of people who actually experienced the thing you prejudged say that something is great. You respect these people. So you take their judgments over your prejudgement and go see Thor: Ragnarok.
What was I thinking? Why am I here? I hate Marvel movies. knew I was right. I never should have listened to the others. Be a smart, independent thinker and stop giving in to peer pressure. That’s the regret speaking at the 45-minute mark of Thor: Ragnarok. It felt terrible.
Then Hulk entered. “We know each other. He’s a friend from work,” Thor joyously declared. From that moment forward, Thor’s humor clicked for me. His jokes about being the strongest Avenger. His banter with Loki. His logic in the face of an incredible enemy (note: I’m so glad Thor wasn’t able to magically defeat a much stronger opponent).
Throw in the colors and music and you’ve got a decently pleasurable movie experience. Certainly not up to the expectations set by all those respectable people, but certainly better than my prejudgement.