SXSW Film Review: I Love My Dad

SXSW Grand Jury award winner finds humor in an icky setup

I Love My Dad

The premise of I Love My Dad is so icky that the film’s writer, director, and co-star James Morosini lets viewers know at the very outset that its plot is based on a true story, thus automatically rendering it more palatable.

Such knowledge won’t diminish this film’s cringe factor, but it might at least thwart accusations that the story is gross and preposterous. Plus, cringiness seems to be one of the things we desire in our popular entertainment these days.

In one of the film’s opening scenes, we witness Franklin (Morosini himself) in a final group session before leaving the in-patient treatment facility where he’s been staying as the result of a suicide attempt. He announces to the group that his latest bit of progress has been to block his dad from accessing all his social media accounts. A tape loop of voicemail messages from his dad Chuck (Patton Oswalt) has already played over the film’s opening credits. They are full of excuses, broken promises, and and rationalizations explaining why Chuck hasn’t been there for his son’s important moments and scheduled visits. Presumably, this unreliability also explains why he’s no longer married and living with his wife (Amy Landecker) and son.

Upset that he can no longer keep up with his son by lurking on his socials, Chuck lands on a questionable plan: He will create an online profile with pictures of a nice waitress named Becca (Claudia Sulewski) who works at his local diner and catfish his own son. His own suicidal son. What follows are lessons in bad parenting since there are no good ways for this ploy to end.

Despite the cringe, however, I Love My Dad finds the humor in the situation, mostly due to terrific performances by Oswalt as the catfishing dad, Rachel Dratch as his horny and sensible girlfriend, Lil Rel Howery as Chuck’s work friend who unwittingly provides him with the idea, and Sulewski as the winsome Becca. Oswalt is fully engaging as the story’s bad dad with a heart of gold, although Morosini seems a tad too old to play the story’s suicidal young man. Everything ends as well as can be expected for these characters.

All that’s missing in this SXSW Grand Jury Award-winner is a giant catfish fry.

Don't miss our interview with writer/director James Morisini, "And You Thought Your Love Life was Tough," March 11.

I Love My Dad

Narrative Feature Competition, World Premiere
Friday, March 18, 3:45pm, ZACH Theatre
Saturday, March 19, 8:45pm, Alamo South Lamar

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