It Should Have Been Nice after That

In 1974, the woman kills herself. I meet the man again in 1997. He still lives in the apartment he moved into 41 years ago with his wife and child. The apartment is almost unchanged. The man is my father. After that and over the following two and a half years, I make recordings with a DV camera. I observe the father, even following him on a boat trip through the Caribbean. The camera allows distance, but also closeness.