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D(e)ad
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D(e)ad

Our father who aren't in heaven.
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User Score7 ratings
TMDB 7.016+20251h 22mEnglish
ComedyDramaFantasy

Synopsis

Tillie, a floundering young woman and her charismatic, alcoholic father, struggle to resolve their fractured relationship in the weirdest possible way: after he dies, his ghost appears in mirrors to haunt everyone in the family but Tillie. The family must do everything they can to make Tillie see her father or else they will be plagued by this ghost forever.

Director
Claudia LonowFrom TMDB credits
Studio
Charlatan Films1 production companies
Release
September 10, 2025Released
Box Office
Budget $258,549

Top Cast

8 of 13
Craig Bierko
Craig Bierko
Daniel
Winslow Schwartzman
Young Tillie
Isabella Roland
Isabella Roland
Tillie
Claudia Lonow
Claudia Lonow
Frankie
Vic Michaelis
Vic Michaelis
Violet
Jonathan Schmock
Jonathan Schmock
Carl
Nick Marini
Nick Marini
Eric
Zac Oyama
Zac Oyama
Doctor

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Reviews

From TMDB users
becca b-a
Sep 28, 2025

This movie is in the top tier of the best works of art I’ve ever seen. Context: So I write a lot. Most of it is about, essentially, myself. Every so often, I'll do a reread, and while I'm clutching at my aching chest, I'll think, "Wow, past!me sure was going through it!!!” Meanwhile, I'm also smooshing my cheeks down out of a violent grin so that my face stops hurting because there is really no substitute to reading something written specifically _for me_. That’s D(e)ad, in a nutshell. The ripping-hearts-out with precision-sharp claws and the uber-specific humor that could only be combined so perfectly by someone funny and hurting and clever and growing and healing and brilliant and unafraid of alienating People who Just Don’t Get It™ because D(e)ad isn’t _for them_, silly. D(e)ad is by and for Isabella Roland, who is funny and clever and brilliant and TOTALLY unafraid. And that means it’s also, somehow, amazingly and painfully and delightfully, for me. — Rating: 10000000/10, no notes, five hundred bajillion stars, THE longest keysmash, and the perfect sensory pairing of salty tears + achy-from-oversmiling cheeks + time confusion because how has it been _less than two hours_ since before the sidewalk scream

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