A blog currently wondering which of the One Direction boys will take him home. Other obsessions: hot boys, Britney Spears, the Disney pop princesses, French New Wave cinema.
I don't believe in guilty pleasures. There's no way I feel guilty for loving Spice World or Monster in Law. But I suppose the closest thing I can think of that qualifies as a "guilty pleasure" is Saratoga Trunk. I've written about this odd film involving a gold digging Ingrid Bergman and Gary Cooper as her confidante/potential boy toy before. While I don't exactly feel guilty about loving this trainwreck of a movie, I do think it's a bad movie, just so incredibly nutsy its badness becomes fascinating to watch.
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