So I watched "World's Greatest Dad" today (when I really shouldn't have).
Interesting movie-- pretty halfbaked second half, nevertheless pretty amazing idea with pretty rich characterization (the catharsis at the end just wasn't mighty enough). But this scene is going to be with me for sometime.
This man's son, an ABSOLUTE douchebag, accidentally dies while masturbating. Even though this man sort of uses his son's death as a way to fend off his loneliness (though it all comes out in the end), in this moment he so loves his son, even though he doesn't like or understand him, he loved him. even in his twisted, darkly funny death, he loved him. he was his son; love is simple.