FUCK MY SON! (2026)

At the top of the list of things that irritate your average movie director is the hated spoiler. After all, who wants to spend their hard-earned cash on a movie when they already know how it ends? Enter Todd Rohal, the man who, without even a hint of hesitation, simply titled his latest offering “Fuck My Son.” As soon as the trashy Vermina (a quite world-famous TV actor in drag) comes trotting along, you know that profound analyses and ingenious interpretations are completely off the table. What opens up in front of you is simply an abyss of bad taste and depravity. Are you still not quite in the mood after reading these words? Perhaps the following comment from a gifted critic will help: “This film would be best enjoyed while high or with a few beers.” Case closed – just go see it!