More to the point, if there is one, your post started me thinking about not-great movies that give more pleasure than one would reasonably expect. A relatively recent example, for me, is Music & Lyrics.

That movie made me ridiculously happy the first time I watched it, so much so that I ended up buying a DVD of the movie at Target, and yes, I've watched it a few times since. It's the equivalent of its subject - a great pop song. It makes me happy the way that "Love Grows (Where My Rosemary Goes)" used to make me happy as a teenager. It's effervescent and cheerful and it's well-played on every level. While the plot is typically predictable, there are enough surprises in the dialogue and performances to elevate it above the current crop of romantic comedies - which are a sadly woeful lot, in general.
I've read many a review about the sad state of the romantic comedy, a genre once perfected by American film makers and now in such decline that even a moderately enjoyable entry can generate excitement. But nothing in recent years can even approach the unparalleled greatness of Bringing Up Baby or My Man Godfrey or the flawed-by-sexism but nevertheless (to me) fabulous-beyond-words The Philadelphia Story.

I remember thinking during the early heyday of Hugh Grant (Four Weddings and a Funeral, etc)that his movies (and performances) were overpraised because people were so hungry for a great romantic comedy that they'd settle for a decent one.
But it may be time to change the subject to bagels and peanut butter.
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