Earlier this year, I did a post of some of the things that I’m drawn to that would be considered guilty pleasures. They included three songs that folks were either tired of hearing of or could barely listen to without their stomachs turning. My bad.
This time I figured I’d switch it up and expand my palate, including more of my guilty pleasures: a song, a film and a television show. One’s even a repeat offender. Sigh.
Any and all of them might make you facepalm, so you’ve been warned. With that said, here’s my second batch of guilty pleasures for 2010… just in time for the holidays. Oh, joy.
For me, this is the film that keeps on giving. It’s a must-see for me every holiday season, which is definitely strange since I’m usually not fond of English films. Throw in the schmaltzy holiday theme, and actors like Hugh Grant, Liam Neeson, Colin Firth, Emma Thompson and Laura Linney, and there’s no way I should like this as much as I do.
But yet, there I am, watching it each and every December. Even recruiting new folks to discover the cheesy joy that is the Richard Curtis-directed Love Actually. Peep the trailer below.
So, I think we’d all agree that the past few seasons of NBC’s Saturday Night Live have been barely watchable. The defection of Tina Fey and Amy Poehler to their own shows have depleted the writing staff of any fresh material, most seeming like a regurgitation of things we’ve seen before.
And then there’s this skit, which, if you watch it, you’d probably clump it with the rest of the one-note characters that Kenan Thompson is asked to play. Except, he sells it. Completely. As the singing host of the fictitious BET show What’s Up With That?, Thompson, along with the long-haired sax player and jogging suit-wearing, Running Man-specializing background dancer, will make you laugh.
Throw in the Lindsey Buckingham gag, and it’s seven of the only minutes that will give you any type of guilty joy on Saturday Night. The latest clip featuring Robert DeNiro and Robin Williams is below.
Sigh. Here is my repeat offender of the bunch. Yes, Rihanna. Trust me, I didn’t want to like this song. I mean, Drake is prominently featured, for goodness sake, so you know it was on my black list.
Except, as with most Rihanna songs, she wins you over with the catchy hook. Every. Single. Time. Tell me you haven’t caught yourself singing “Oh na-na” and wanted to give yourself a lobotomy for fear it might stick to your brain. Yeah, that’s me. But, I can’t help it.
Throw in the video with Ri-Ri stalking the streets with that red hair and um yeah… I give in. She’s got me. Lawd, I wish I knew how to quit her and her horrible voice. Get brainwashed below. You know, so I won’t be alone. Heh.