Guilty Pleasures

Come on, you know what we’re talking about. Those movies (or books, or whatever) that you just love, even though they’re kinda cheesy, or not exactly innerlekchul, or were crafted as pulpy-genre puff pieces, or were made on a dime. And somehow everything gelled and we ended up with (sort of) a masterpiece, malgré lui. Or at least something worth adding to our own little list of cult classics.

• The Prometheus Deception by Robert Ludlum