1998 was a strange year... Universities were fully populated and operational on Fourth of July weekend, radio shows called their listeners and not the other way around, and we were supposed to feel bad for a protagonist who committed vehicular manslaughter and got away with it because they have bad dreams about the incident or something. We're talking, of course, about I Still Know What You Did Last Summer; a turd in blanket that bakes in the steamy Bahama heat.

Dave debates a dead body disregard! Joking about Julie’s justifiable jitters! Tyrell totaling a vulnerable valet’s voodoo display! Creole bone-tossing dice games! Singers with cheese! Clicky hand clutches? Campeos! Multiverse wiener semantics! Stifled boners! Meat stuffed roadside condoms, and much, much more on this week's episode of The Worst Movie Ever Made!

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