Two words: Stephen King. That name gets an automatic green light.

That's the one! I actually read the book this was based on, in one sleepless, feverish (literally) night. Even in my addled state I could tell it was terrible.

This week, Stephen King and his clickety-clacking typewriter provide fertile ground for the We Hate Movies crew as they tackle the nightmarish Dreamcatcher! It's just another sleepy Maine weekend as Morgan Freeman scavenges for scripts, hunks develop psychic powers, and The Unemployable Tom Sizemore punches a hooker.…

Paul Giamatti is the platonic ideal of an action-comedy villain in this movie.

The Shroud also had his own miniseries in 1994, written by frequent Batman scribe Mike W. Barr.

You think the guy with the Beetle avatar doesn't know that?

I think the deal was she was a high school student who was secretly a pop superstar, except instead of a holographic supercomputer she had, like, a wig.

Wasn't Hannah Montana basically just Jem? I mean, as far as the basic secret ID premise went - I assume that the title character wasn't constantly being undermined or nearly murdered by Ke$ha.

No, that's Betty Banks.

"My name is ASAC Schrader and I can go fuck myself. Literally. You gotta see this."

Listen, if we let Cranston off the hook for that Total Recall remake…

Well, at least there aren't any kids in this Victor Salva movie…

The Colbert Report is Australia - Canada's rowdier buddy.

I'll just note here that Elliott-Gould-as-Phillip-Marlowe is showing up as a supporting character in Matt Fraction and Annie Wu's Hawkeye.

Never before has a podcast contained the phrase "Michael Caine's taint" and god willing, it will never happen again.

Spector is ethnically Jewish, but in practise he worships Khonshu, really.

*horks up a blood loogie*
"Just give me my fuckin' phone call."

Yeah, I saw it when I was seven, so I probably liked it, because seven-year-olds like everything that isn't cauliflower. Luckily, I haven't seen it *since* then.

This week on We Hate Movies, the gang tackles 1993's most terrifying comedy, Mrs. Doubtfire! Cower in fear as Harvey Fierstein plunges into insolvency, Pierce Brosnan almost gets killed by jambalaya, and Robin Williams is sent to Alcatraz, where he belongs.

I was going to berate Harris for leaving out her role as that lady Nazi in Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade, but if IMDB can be trusted, that wasn't actually her.