We’re carving into some truly deranged offerings from 1987, because nothing says “family holiday” quite like identity theft, sleazy LA strip joints, Italian arthouse mayhem, and a killer with a taste for cranberry, colored carnage.

This feast features:

The Stepfather (1987)

We break down the kills, the chaos, the craft, and the traditional family values behind this year of pure insanity, all while celebrating the most important Thanksgiving tradition of all: cinematic dismemberment.

Pull up a chair. Sharpen the carving knife.