We Hate Movies kicks off the Worst of 2016 with the cataclysmic Collateral Beauty! The gang wonders how much jail time everyone should get for this, who's going to get Farina'd on this year's Oscars Death Roll, and Steve (and only Steve) wonders How About Gettin' Fucked? In summary: there's nothing worse than bad…

"Hm. Looks like corn consumption is up this month."

The b-plot did give us "All he did was pee on some snowmen…and one regular man."

Maybe they'll do The Burning for next year's Spooktacular.

The Jessica Walter/Ron Leibman episode was my favorite of the year - it was like visiting someone else's adorable grandparents.

Yeah, I…can't see it.

I don't believe so, but she has been showing up in Spider-Man 2099 lately.

Aw. I really loved The Devil's Storybook when I was a kid.

"The jury finds Carl Lucas guilty of prison breach, destruction of government property, assaulting a police officer, the Lufthansa heist, the Lindbergh kidnapping, and the assassination of James A. Garfield."

I think they do really well internationally. Attractive famous people running around attractive famous locations.

So with those Quentin Carnival posters in the cold open…were they rooting around Johnny Blaze's basement? Are my dreams of a Nic Cage guest appearance alive?

Jeez, she was playing the 25-year-old Margaret Cho's grandmother at the ripe age of 41. Show business is unkind.

Mailbag's still on the main feed - it's Animation Damnation that's part of the Patreon now.

This week's My Dad Wrote a Porno was nightmarish. What the goddamn hell, Rocky.

It was pretty similar to their David Warner from Secret of the Ooze, too. The running gag of him being part of an off-brand Wack Pack was strong enough to carry it, though.

How about Speed Zone, the one we all agreed not to talk about?

I am so excited for Pet Sematary 2 tonight. That movie is so crazy and terrible.

The upside is that when you subsequently murdered him, you had those nice sharp knives.

You would expect a bulletproof guy to be working for SHIELD or something, not sweeping up hair in a barbershop, I guess.

No, that was LAS Vegas. Vegas was the one set in the '60s with Dennis Quaid, Michael Chiklis, and Carrie-Ann Moss. It was not great, but I stayed on to the bitter end, where I was at least rewarded with some Michael Ironside.