You see the laurel wreaths framing the pronouncement that movie X is an 'Official Selection' at film festival Y -- more such pronouncements emerge out of a black screen and, urged on by a thoughtful and delicate yet harmonically complex piano melody, march toward the viewer becoming brighter and brighter, asserting more and more forcefully that this movie is, in fact, quite good -- and your spirits rise with the realization that there is at least a reasonable shot that this movie will be, oh, passable. Add to that glowing reviews by the leading genre critics and you feel you might just have something to look forward to.
What surprised me is all this is not for the next sensitive character-driven drama that is expected to make a run for the golden statuette, but an old-fashioned slice 'em-dice 'em horror movie with the unpretentious title, 'Hatchet'.
Want to read some over-the-top praise? Try Harry Knowles orgasmic review. You know, if Harry likes it, it's good to go. Trailer doesn't look special, but I guess you can't judge a book by its cover. Guess I'll put this one on my 'buy on disc someday' list.