I remember my parents taking me to see Alan Arkin in Popi when I was pretty young. He played a father who was struggling to raise two young boys in a bad neighborhood. He decided that it would be better for them to be washed ashore and taken in as Cuban immigrants than what he could offer them. I remember them screaming, Popi! Popi! as he set them adrift. It scared the crap out of me, and I cried and cried.