I originally meant to repost this review of a completely average “rampaging dad” flick starring Ray Winstone on Father’s Day, actually, but I just last night saw a guy get up in some other dude’s grille about (accidentally, it seemed) pushing his 8- or 9-year-old daughter out of the way, and it struck me that there really is a comparatively healthy subset of Charles Bronson-type guys out there, for whom any affront is cause to throw down. Usually we get the nobly questing father, trying to find his missing child or avenge an awful death of said offspring. In real life, though, a lot of these guys are simply big ol’ douchebags. Ahh, rampaging dads…