J.J. parents are pretty damn awesome.
The writers/directors cleverly built around J.J.’s family, leaving us with open assumptions, and carefully paced the reveal about their true characters without giving them too much screen time.
It’s a cool way to construct characterization.
His father says, “We’ll smile for him, no matter his score.”
His mother holds him when he breaks about not knowing what to do, and it’s apparent she doesn’t know what to do either. She simply holds her distraught son.
Flashbacks reveal J.J. Style wasn’t a thing for the other coaches, and it’s easy to move to the conclusion that his parents became his coaches so he could be himself in a healthy and supportive environment.
If that isn’t love, if that isn’t agape, then I don’t know what is.
Because when you’ve got characters like J.J.’s parents, former figure skaters themselves, you always anticipate the tragic backstory where they’re total stage parents and only care about winning and their personal gain. But nope. Not gonna happen this go round.
Give a hand to J.J.’s parents. Completely healthy, loving, and awesome parents loving their J.J. and his style.
And that includes letting him dig into Eric Cartman’s winter closet.