What makes a guilty pleasure?
I’m James Faraci, The Last Of The Americans and the views I’m about to express are that of my own & some of yours. Currently I am in the midst of moving into my new office space to work on sketches, reviews and editorials while I was getting stuff in one day an interdimentional portal opened up and a copy of Nicholas Cage’s “The Wicker Man” came zooming out and I took one in the mid-section when it came my way as I took the time to sit and watch it. I liked it but not enough to review it nor did I hate it so much I wanted both Nicholas Cage and Neil LaBute burn in a pit of Lava. It for me is a guilty pleasure as much as watching Power Rangers or watching “Batman & Robin”. But why do people feel guilty watching something that other people don’t like?