At a friend's house waiting for her to finish getting changed, I idly flipped through her DVD collection. I reached behind the front row and hit VHS tapes. "Don't go past the first row!" came the anxious cry from the bedroom. I, of course, thought porn. Truth be told I was a little surprised (and impressed?) because this was easily my most "vanilla" friend. She came running into the living room, still pushing her arm through the sleeve of her shirt, two bright spots of color on her cheeks.
What was she trying to hide from me? Her collection of Wham! music videos. (I finally saw the video to Last Christmas.) The other secret movie shame? The Cutting Edge. Heroine: an ice princess figure skater so haughty and unreasonable that no one will partner with her. Hero: a hockey player who has to give up the game, and .... turn to ice skating. In other words, a heady mix of cheese and saccharine.
I have found that many women have this in their secret collection. You can imagine my delight when I found some kind of straight to video follow-up: The Cutting Edge: Going for the Gold.
I may or may not have added it to my Netflix queue.