In black-and-white, a chain loops around some pottery, featuring a painting of a mother surrounded by two cherubs. The camera tilts to candles burning on a table. Frames are piled in the corner of the table.
Patty Smyth leans against the wall, thinking of her past relationships. Her father would lift her up in his arms and cuddle with her. Her father disappears.
She sits on a chair. She can still hear her father encouraging her to come to him when she was scared by a loud noise. He kneeled down and opened his arms. She hugged him back, grateful to have such a wonderful father.
Then, she became friends with the boy next door. They would play blocks, stacking them as high as they would go. She would play dress-up with her mother’s hats. She would put her legs around her father’s waist and they would dance. Later, she danced with the boy next door.
As an adult, she danced with her now ex-husband.
Smyth sits on the bed.
She and the boy fight, pushing each other.
Don Henley appears in the doorway, hands in his pockets.
She puts her hands over her eyes and shakes her head while she sits on the bed.
She would lie on her first boyfriend’s lap as he read to her. She would put her hand over his mouth. She and the boy splash in the bath tub.
Henley joins her by the wall.
As a little girl, she sat on the floor, waiting for her father to talk to her. But he fades from his chair.
Her now ex-husband, half-asleep, drops his bottle on the floor. They argue with one another, waving fingers in each other’s faces. She shoved him and slapped him on the cheek. Then, after realizing what she said, she embraced him, crying.
Smyth and her now ex-boyfriend rotate sitting on the bed.
First her father disappears, then her ex-boyfriend and finally, Henley.
The camera tilts as it passes the table, focusing on a cross sitting on the table.
She sits in bed, cross-legged, putting the pillow in front of her.
Patty Smyth’s tumultuous relationships with men began with her father. She was daddy’s little girl. Then, he got sick and detached from her. She wished he would talk to her as he layed on the hospital bed. But he said nothing.
She developed a crush on the boy who lived next to door to her. He would come over and play. But one day, he didn’t want to stack blocks or dance. At school, he didn’t speak to her ever again.
At about twenty years old, she fell in love with her first serious boyfriend. He loved to read and introduced her to Allan Ginsberg. She taught him about music. However, he was an alcoholic. She asked him to stop and threatened to leave him. But she couldn’t. She loved him and only wanted to help him. He broke up with her for another woman.
She met her husband and for a while, life was okay again. Like her father, though, he passed too soon. They had decided not to have children. However, once he was diagnosed, she wished there was some piece of him left somewhere. He was good to her and didn’t deserve the havoc the disease caused on his body.
Don Henley, as her late husband, still remains by her side. She can feel his presence and leans into him as they lean against the wall. He closes his eyes, wishing he could end the grieving for her.
Director: Scott Kalvert Year: 1992
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