I liked to be disturbed. Art needs to elicit a reaction—it needs to make you feel. Film, more than any other art form, does this with ease. Yet with all the possibilities, most movies go straight for excitement or depression. Your standard summer blockbusters launch audience members out of their seats to scream at the screen while myriads of indie weepies leaves sensitive viewers reaching for their Kleenexes while bemoaning the struggles inherent in everyday life. Neither of these use cinema to its full potential. Both the rushing of blood and tears are too close to our comfort zones. Neither set the stage for a major reevaluation of life. To make a person think, to make him consider new ideas, new options, or just the value of old ones, the rug needs to be pulled out. The viewer needs to be left stranded—confused—with no clear standards and a mish mash of reality. The viewer needs to be disturbed. The filmmaking team of director Dawn Boyd and writer/producer Michael Aronson know disturbing and Daddy Why? is a masterpiece of psychological dysfunction. In five minutes, it calmly, slowly, and lovingly rips apart the notion that the world is a reasonable place and we know our place in it. So, how does what is essentially a dialog on death manage to be so twisted? Easy: with a small girl and a bunny. The setting is the backwoods of nowhere on a chilly autumn day. A young father (Kevin Fraser) is walking with his daughter Camilla (Emily Power) who happily carries her pet rabbit. Camilla has questions, and they have nothing to do with school or clothing or dinner or toys or TV. No, Camilla has questions about death. Daddy isn’t the quickest skater on the pond, but he does his best and while he lacks enthusiasm, he obviously cares for his daughter. Somehow, that just makes it so much worse. Daddy Why? took several years to make because the part of Camilla is not one that parents crave for their daughters. If handled incorrectly, it is the stuff not of dreams, but of prolonged therapy sessions. Well, the wait paid off as Power is cute and believable (and apparently neuroses free). There’s not a lot of camera tricks and no narrative knots or cheats. This is a simple picture. It is also a creepy one. A very, very creepy one. Complexity would only be distracting. Will it cause you to think? I can’t say, but it won’t leave you comfortable, and that is enough.