I had both a nice Dad and a nasty Dad, or so I perceived it as a child. Nowadays I try to remember more of the nice Dad. But I know he worked very hard for us, and tried his best, nothing inherently mean about him, no terrible vices, not an absentee father, a man with a good heart. So that in many ways I had a great childhood, never wanting for anything (aka being spoiled).
He tried to play sports like baseball with me, but I was a dismal failure. Took me to Yankee stadium all the time, a box at first base, I even got to meet many of the star players of the 1950s, but I wasn't interested. I'm afraid I disappointed him, not the son he expected to have, my sister actually a better son than me.
He could be cold & aloof, not able to show much affection to me, seldom approving or praising. It may have been because he lost his own father when he was only 8 (in 1919! ), leaving him without a fatherly role model very young. Plus he came from a much earlier generation, and indeed all 4 of my grandparents were born in the 1800s, so both my parents weren't very far removed from those very old-fashioned values & customs.
For instance, he wouldn't play with my toys with me, like that father in the clip, would never get down on the floor to be at my level, not participate in my make-believes. He never owned a pair of jeans, always wore long pressed trousers, a tie every day except on summer vacation or when gardening, very formal. He'd be 101 today, and I wish he were here, I'd have so much to tell him, so eager to show him all the new things, he had a very inquisitive mind, always curious about everything.