It doesn't count as off-beat, but certainly a guilty pleasure: Ridley Scott's raspberry-winning A Good Year, the adaptation of Peter Mayle's 'let'smove-to-France' (again) novel about a yuppie city trader rediscovering his soul and passion for the simple things in life on a French winemaking estate.

It's shallow middle-class escape-the-rat-race porn, but I can't help but feel uplifted by it. And then hate myself for having my heartstrings tugged so shamelessly, obviously...