I was an obsessive video filmmaker, every weekend, and then I just went down another path. Instead of producing, I used to make films when I was young. I came out of it staring, like, death in the face, and thinking life’s really short, I should get back to what really means something to me, which - apart from my poor dead dad - was getting back into making films. The whole process was cathartic and beautiful and creepy and sad. “During the day, strangers come, pay their respects, and I start thinking that maybe there’s an alternate history to my father. “Dad drops dead in front of me I spend a week with his corpse in a coffin in his house alone at night,” the director recalls.
