An Ear for Film: Guiltless Pleasures
The three best movie-related podcast episodes of the week.

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The phrase “guilty pleasure” is almost as bad as the word “poptimism”—both assume that what one likes, and therefore what one spends time consuming and by extension what defines one’s taste, is subject to an external, inviolable standard of what’s any good or not. Which is bullshit: You like what you like, and that’s it. No one should feel guilty for deriving pleasure from something—unless of course it’s, y’know, murder, or racism, or spitting on puppies, or anything that hurts anyone else—because where does that guilt even come from anyway?
I love the movie Ghost Rider: Spirit of Vengeance. It is a motion picture during the course of which I am thoroughly pleased by what is happening before my eyes. I could attempt to craft a critical exegesis regarding the ways in which the film is actually better than you remember it, or the ways in which it has been unfairly maligned for its pop-pulp indulgences—how it is a misunderstood classic—but that would only reinforce a dynamic that the Internet loves to pull out of its collective asshole whenever confronted with an opinion that is not identical to its own. Critics vs. Everybody: Writers want to hate popular movies, or so the easy legend goes. Just look at the comments section for any Warcraft review and you’ll see what I mean.
All of this is stupid, all of it elitist and contrary to the reasons that any of us fell in love with any kind of art in the first place. Unless you were a weird fucking kid with obnoxious parents, your cinephilia probably gestated within the womb of Steven Spielberg spectacle and Disney cartoons, reared by The Monster Squad and The Little Mermaid and Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles II: Secret of the Ooze, pulled kicking and screaming through the growing pains of Donnie Darko and The Princess Bride, Ghost World and The Royal Tenenbaums, to the light of the near-motionless brilliance of Tarkovsky or Kubrick or whatever else you may have spent some considerable time convincing your young self to sit still long enough to get through. This is all of what you are, and to call any of these movies a “guilty pleasure” would be to pretend like they didn’t shape your taste, that Ozu to a film student is somehow intrinsically more important a connection than Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade is to a 9-year-old.
Maybe this makes me a bad film critic, but good criticism is really, really difficult, which is probably why so many non-critics assume that all we do is want to write scathing reviews—because it’s easy, yeah, but also because a bad review positions us in a nebulous realm of authority. We get off on being right, on having seen more movies, on knowing more trivia, on understanding more genre tropes and explicating more oeuvres. Or so we make it seem whenever we call anything a “guilty pleasure.”
I bring this up because I was recently listening to an episode of Criterion Close-Up in which Aaron West was listing some of what he included on a Top 100 sci-fi films project he’d recently come close to finishing. While I could not understand for the life of me how Blade Runner didn’t make it into his Top 10 (or even, without seeing his list, the Top12), I cringed more at the way in which the two hosts referred to certain picks on the list as being “guilty pleasures.” Same with Filmspotting: SVU, during which a listener recommended Remember the Titans as something he watches at least once per year, but then demurred, calling it a “guilty pleasure,” which in turn encouraged the hosts to contemplate a “guilty pleasure”-themed episode in the future.
What makes Remember the Titans a guilty pleasure? That it’s a feel-good Disney movie? That it’s about racism but not in any terrifying way? That it’s a crowd-pleaser? That it has a happy ending? That it follows the archetypal structure of any inspirational sports movie? Apparently one should feel guilty for enjoying that, guilty enough to make sure that such love is qualified. Please don’t think I’m a fucking schmuck for liking a Denzel Washington movie about how a high school football team eventually learns to embrace low-key miscegenation! Please still respect my opinion! Please like me.
No shade toward either podcast, though. Especially CCU; West’s best moment this week was admitting that a lot of people weren’t going to like his list, and that he doesn’t really care. There is no such thing as an incontrovertible “best,” just as there is no such thing as a “guilty pleasure”—it’s all subjective. And chances are, even if you think a movie is a pile of shit, it will most likely make a lot of money. Get used to it: No one cares what you think.
So go see Warcraft twice and then check out my picks for the three best film-related podcast episodes of the week.