You're gonna have to work harder than that to get it out of me.

Like probably most of you, I have a small selection of movies I can watch repeatedly, for one reason or another (usually because they're really good, my primary example being Casablanca.) Like probably most of you, I have a small selection of movies I'd call my guilty pleasures, for one reason or another (usually because although good, there's something embarrassing about liking them, my primary example being Earth Girls Are Easy.) Last night I watched a movie that falls in the intersection of the venn diagram of these two categories—a movie that I can watch again and again, and that I am significantly embarrassed to tell you about. No, like really embarrassed. How embarrassed?