Truth be told, I don't believe in the term "guilty pleasure" because I don't feel any guilt getting pleasure out of watching Last Action Hero once a month or listening to the Bee Gees without irony. Whether you're a brother, or whether you're a mother, you can't deny the power the Gibb brothers, a good disco beat or the adventures of Jack Slater and Danny Madigan in the mists of cinema legend.
But Last Action Hero is one of my guiltiest pleasures. I'm not supposed to like it, and according to critics in 1993, no one should like it; even still, I spend hours watching it and, in fact, I just now talked myself out of buying a set of all the action figures from the film on Amazon. The movie poster still looks tantalizing, though.