Guilty Pleasures: Tom Schreck

It’s no secret I’m an Elvis fan. I like to think of myself as an intellectual follower of the king. In fact I’ve become online buddies with professors who teach college level courses on Elvis at the University of Iowa and at Tennessee State University. Yeah, I...

Guilty Pleasures: Meg Gardiner

Guilty Pleasures: THE CORE I’m a massive fan of disaster movies. I grew up in the ’70s, the decade that gave us Earthquake and The Poseidon Adventure. A love of catastrophe is in my blood. And disaster movies are about who dies, who survives, and why—courage,...

Guilty Pleasures: Dana Cameron

Jackass: The Movie Help me. I pondered my guilty pleasure for this essay, not getting too far. The best I could come up with was Desperado or Buckaroo Bonzai, but I could totally rationalize watching or recommending either of those. No problem. Then Mr. G came in to...

Guilty Pleasures: Jill Edmondson

You’re The One That I Want Sometimes you just need a little cheese. Okay, maybe a lot. And along with the cheese, you need a healthy serving of singing, dancing, ducktails and fast cars. I’m talking Grease. Yeah, baby, Grease is the word when it comes to cheesy but...

Guilty Pleasures: Thomas Pluck

My guilty pleasure is a Robert Altman film. The Long Goodbye, that beatnik take on Chandler? No, but I do like that movie. McCabe & Mrs. Miller, the revisionist Western? Nope, I’m talking about Popeye. Wait a minute, Altman directed that? With Robin Williams...