For many years, we have had long and silly discussions as to what constitutes “Good/Bad Movies.” Everyone it seems, has a different opinion. In basic terms, we harken back to 1964, when Supreme Court Justice Potter Stewart struggled to specify exactly what was obscene when it came to pornography. Stewart admitted he couldn’t define it, but famously quipped, “I know it when I see it.”

This is how we feel when it comes to our lists of guilty-pleasure favorites. Which is not to say we don’t appreciate great cinema. We’ve certainly had loved ones roll their eyes and clear the room when we start getting misty about the emotional complexity of “Blade Runner,” or the understated brilliance of “Barry Lyndon.”

Fortunately, there are more than enough destinations for serious film aficianados. We prefer to dissect the movies that Pauline Kael would have turned into pincushions, far less acclaimed, but usually, much more fun. What we like to call the “Id,” of the cinematic experience.