The film title’s claim, grandfather’s assumed deficiency, proves on inspection of his family archive of Super 8 and other film material as a bottomless pit for our curiosity and speculation. The wistful, melancholy collage succeeds in creating a mental mirror of epoch, idyll and trauma. Thus the individual unease becomes a shared unease, and the image of the family becomes the emotional sound of a thunderstorm. Memories are the only paradise from which we cannot be driven. But at the same time they are the only hell we are damned to, even if we are innocent.