
There are commonly two kinds of movie-goers.
One goes in as a critic, the other as an audience.
The former holds several expectations of how the movie should be made, or simply just looking for the bad points to throw his/her criticisms at. The latter simply expects an enjoyable trill ride, making sure his money and time are well spent.
And if expectations are not met, both would start shooting their mouth off, firing armor piercing rounds at the directors, writers, editors, cast and crews or even the whole production studio responsible for it, to be worst would be somebody who recommends it (to those whose pockets felt burnt).
Interestingly, these syndromes somehow got embed in church goers.
One holds ridiculously high expectations of the church, from the pastors' haircut, to his standard of English, and to be extremist would be how people eat their lunch! There would be another one simply expects a joy and thrill ride...in of all places a church building!
If these expectations aren't met, all of them would start ranting their mouth off at the sermon, at the Singlish used, at the bandanna (and glove) somebody wears, or simply this famous line, "He never shake my hand! I LEAVE CHURCH!!!!!!!!!"
Honestly, the only question for them is aren't they already putting their expectations at the very wrong and most ridiculous place? Why fix your eyes on the bride? Why not the groom? Why not Christ?!
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