I recently introduced one of my favourite films, Sixteen Candles, to the Serb. He knew that Samantha Baker and the Donger were near and dear to me, and wanted to see what all the fuss was about. Most of it still held up (Helllloooo Jake Ryan!) but other parts, like the loaning-your-passed-out-girlfriend-to-a-stranger part, seemed a tad dated. My husband now seriously doubts my taste in all things cinematic because – true confession time – my track record kind of sucks.

Anyone remember Ishtar? It was voted one of the worst and costliest movies of all time, and I saw it. Twice. In the theatre. Adventures in Babysitting? Still have it in my personal library. On VHS. Years ago, I took Ho Boy to see Romy and Michele’s High School Reunion and in retribution he dragged me to Gone Fishin’. To his dismay, I loved both films in all their craptastic glory. Basically, if a movie was made between 1984 and 1998 and featured either angst-ridden high schoolers or ridiculous characters in absurd situations, chances are I saw it and loved it.

Unfortunately, my cinephile skills have not improved with time: I despised The Hangover (who laughs at a baby left in a closet and driven around without a proper carseat?) and I’ve never watched an Oliver Stone film. However, I’ve enjoyed most of the Lindsay Lohan oeuvre and although I haven’t yet seen Gigli, I’m sure I’d find it charming.

Moving forward, I’ve decided to play it safe with my choice of all-time favourite film: The Commitments. You may not understand what the frack they’re saying (chances are they’re swearing), but at least there’s no pimping of girlfriends to earnest virgins. Perhaps my tastes are refining with age after all. Now if you’ll excuse me, Glitter is on the W Network…

Yes, my friends - it's as funny as it looks.

Try it, you'll like it...

Joe Pesci + cigar under water = comedy gold

Ahhh...that's better...