In that movie about the mullet and
the couscous the grandfather uses his severance pay
to buy a boat. He wanted to turn it into a restaurant.
The bank, the health department, the rival restaurant owners.
His own family defeats him. The son who fucks anything that moves
makes off with a car that has the couscous in the trunk, and the grandfather
goes off in search of him and his motor scooter is stolen by some juvenile
delinquents and he runs after them. Meanwhile, back at the ranch,
his mistress’s daughter does a belly dance. The movie ends
with him running after the kids on his scooter, collapsing,
cut to black, For My Father.