I’m all about expanding my horizons. I’m one to venture out to the hidden movie theaters in remote parts of town to watch black-and-white subtitled life-changing films. I’ve seen the classics, I’ve read the books they were based on, and I only eat soft candies during movies for fear of missing essential dialogue from loud crunching. But when the mood strikes, I let go of all my movie-watching prerequisites and tendencies, curl up on my couch and throw on comfort food movies. It could be post-breakup, amidst sickness, or Sunday afternoon. These movies are the lasagna and mashed potatoes of film. The meatloaf and chicken soup of film. These are the comfort food movies.