It’s easy to get caught up in the moment and let your emotions run away with you. Just ask anyone who paid £600 for Oasis tickets only to realise they were sick of hearing “Wonderwall” and that it was going to be impossible to get a babysitter anyway.
Belated buyer’s remorse is just as much a feature of the big screen, where mediocre films are often heralded as masterpieces in the moment. It’s only afterwards, when the hype has died and critical faculties have returned, that we can admit to ourselves that a supposed 24-carat classic is actually a tin-plate clunker.
