Out of the 30-plus installments of the Worst of Netflix, at least 20 of them have involved me saying that whatever I was watching that week was the worst thing I’d ever seen. Seriously though, I literally cannot imagine a more wretched use of film than this week’s cinematrocity:

Writer/Director/Actor Keith Warn is unquestionably the most unappealing thing I’ve seen on film that didn’t have Jeff Dunham’s hand stuck up its ass. He’s got a voice like someone using the sharp end of a crowbar to carve his initials into your brainstem, an utter lack of any talent in front of or behind the borrowed camcorder he used to shoot this thing, and looks vaguely like his picture should be on a notice mailed out when he moves into your neighborhood, although that might just be because he made a movie revolving around a father and son (he plays the father) trying to run a train on four sorority girls.

The Worst of Netflix at Heavy.com: Just in time for Father’s Day!