Todd Rohal returns to Midnight Madness with one of the year’s most outrageous titles, Fuck My Son!. The film is pure provocation, a riot of bad taste and sharp satire. Rohal doesn’t just chase shock value, though the film gleefully courts offense; he uses absurdity to critique family dysfunction, cultural taboos, and the endless cycle of outrage. Performances lean into the chaos, playing characters as both grotesque and sympathetic.
The humor is abrasive, awkward, and unrelenting, designed to split audiences into laughter and recoil. Fuck My Son! is the kind of film people argue about in festival lines: some will hail it as fearless, others dismiss it as juvenile. Both reactions are part of its point. It is confrontational comedy that dares viewers to question why we laugh, and what we refuse to laugh at. Midnight cinema at its most divisive and alive.
Fuck My Son! is playing at TIFF ’25. For more information, click here.
