Movies We're Embarrassed to Admit We Love
Every once in while I'm asked for my top five movies. It's fairly easy to come up with the likes of Spinal Tap and The Holy Grail or, if I'm feeling pretentious, Bunuel's The Discreet Charm of the Bourgeoisie. However, there's another list that I rarely share with anyone - the guilty pleasures. These are the ones I can watch over and over and dip into at any point. Most for me are Brit rom-coms, especially those featuring either Hugh Grant and Colin Firth, or both. But top of the list is the 1989 Patrick Swayze vehicle "Roadhouse." Hear me out. I think I love Roadhouse for the same reason that I love watching MTV's "Jackass" or "Punk'd" late at night. Even when my brain is buzzing with a million things, it'll put me to sleep in less than half an hour tops. It's probably the sheer absurdity of the plot, which features Swayze as a "celebrity bouncer" and Travolta's main squeeze Kelly Lynch as a improbably foxy backwater doctor who's comfortable both in the ER and on the dancefloor of the "Double Deuce." The grizzled Sam Elliott even shows up to do some line dancing in the local Waffle House. What's not to love?
So what are your guilty pleasures?