A few years ago, 59-year-old Bill Friedman was an out of shape workaholic lawyer, a lousy husband and an absent father with a mansion in a Toronto suburb. After his second divorce, he suffered a major depression, sold the house, left the law firm and started working out--a lot. Bill became a competitive bodybuilder. The bulging, bronzed and glistening geriatric muscleman squeezed into a thong just happens to be the filmmaker's estranged father.