A rip.

Expectations can so lead to disappointment. This new horror flick, The Ring, was supposed to be the scariest thing since The Shining and The Exorcist (I admit, the source of this expectation of mine was cinemamontreal, but still).

They had me so convinced I’d be terrified, that I was hesitating all the way to the ticket counter, and almost wimped out and went to see I Spy instead!

After all, I’m the wuss who couldn’t sleep after Signs and The Mothman Prophecies.

Well, I’ve been having the sweetest dreams…