“A Clown on Deck”
“Soon the captain will come, he’s the smart one, and tell you where we’re going. I’m just your clown,” says David to the tourists who board the cruise boat as he continues to wipe the glasses behind the bar.
The huge hat on his head and the colorful make-up, which he needs to apply several times a day, as the Mediterranean summer heat melts it away - allows him to act and say as he pleases.
“This isn’t Wales”, were he came from many years ago. Here, you have no problem smearing a tourist’s faces with whipped cream pie. “They enjoy it,” he says as he continues to serve drinks, make fun, and flatter his cruise guests.
Yes, he is having fun, so he says. Everyday he enjoys himself… His eyes, however, tell a different tale. You also get a different feeling when you see him with his Cypriot cousins (from his sister’s marriage) which come every summer for a visit.
His newly adopted, odd, localized English accent. His unique, warm, amusing and controversy-filled relationships with his local family; His longing home; The quaint relationships he develops with the tourists against the backdrop of beautiful scenery passed by the ship on its tour - all of these paint a colorful and fascinating image.
A touching image reflected in the eyes of David, the so-called “happy” clown.
As the camera follows David to his little colorful village in Wales, England we discover his second life. His hard labor work, the little village life, his unique relationship with his family and his childhood story. A story of violence, abuse and a struggle to make a difference.
A year ago, while David was blowing up balloons and making children laugh on London’s rainy streets, he has an encounter that sets him on a new goal The touching story of the father of a handicapped child makes him place a condition to his boss – an ultimatum. “Either install a device for handicap people on the boat or this is my final year!”
Will the clown’s conditions be meet? Or shell this be his final year? Will his struggle ease his personal problem or will it only raise past memories? Will the so-called “happy” clown be a little bit happier?