I'll admit that Grease 2 is one of the cheesiest movies ever
made, but that doesn't dull my devotion. From the T-Birds to the
Rock-A-Hula Luau, I love it all. My friends call me crazy, but
sometimes I catch them humming "Cool Rider." I know the truth:
They want a cool rider too.
CAYCE JOHNSON
Madison, Wis.
My guilty pleasure can be summed up with one letter...T. Mr. T,
that is. I'm a sucker for him, not only for his impressive
acting (notice the range he shows in The A-Team and Rocky III)
or his fashion statements (mohawk, blue jean overalls, and lots
of gold chains) but also for his underrated musical career.
JER FAIRALL
Windsor, Ontario
My most horrifically embarrassing pleasure is the pure joy I get
from watching Smokey and the Bandit. I simply can't get enough,
in spite of the fact that it blatantly plays on every bad
stereotype of Southern "good ole boys." Let's face it, the
Bandit (Burt Reynolds) is one cool dude — he's got a fast car,
cool friends, and a "total lack of respect for the law." Once
upon a time (given the chance), I would have dated a guy like
that.
RHONDA DEAL
Dyersburg, Tenn.
My guilty pleasure? Hudson Hawk, that hilariously funny film
that constantly gets an undeserved bad rap. Bruce Willis plays a
cross between his Bruno slickster and the Seagram's Golden Wine
Cooler guy to the hippest hilt. And who wouldn't want to live in
a world ruled by the devilishly sick and twisted Richard E.
Grant and Sandra Bernhard?
HARRY WERKSMAN
Los Angeles
Like, oh, my god! how could you have forgotten Valley Girl? A
movie so cool that even my dad watched it! Nicolas Cage with
purple spiked hair! Shopping montages that left me salivating!
Frederic Forrest looking like Sonny Bono's long-lost twin! The
greatest soundtrack in film history! I'd watch it right now,
but the Beta tape I recorded it on won't work in my VCR.
AMY LOVEDAY
Knoxville, Tenn.
My favorite guilty pleasure is, without a doubt, the movie
Xanadu. The story is feel-good and overdone (even for 1980), the
songs are likely to send the average viewer into a diabetic
coma, and I shudder to think how hard up Gene Kelly must have
been for work to take a role in it. But it ushered in the real
'80s American dream of a life fulfilled by opening in a
nightclub and being surrounded by beautiful people in flashy
clothes.
JULIE A. KOPPY
Portland, Ore.
Nothing causes more shame and guilt than my passion for Marc
Singer in The Beastmaster. My perfect Saturday is spending a
snowy afternoon on the couch (sans kids and husband, of course!)
watching my treasured video of this glorious movie.
LISA ERVEN
Riverton, Wyo.
