Wendy Ide 

The Civil Dead review – mordant comedy with an afterlife of its own

Clay Tatum’s shambling movie about a photographer haunted by a deceased pal deftly balances humour and unease
  
  

Whitmer Thomas and Clay Tatum in The Civil Dead.
Death becomes them: Whitmer Thomas and Clay Tatum in The Civil Dead. Photograph: Bulldog Film Distribution

With his wife out of town for a work trip, unemployed photographer Clay (Clay Tatum) envisages a blissful solitary week of bingeing junk food and trash TV. But a chance encounter with needy former school friend Whit (Whitmer Thomas) puts paid to his antisocial aspirations. A failed actor, Whit is desperate to rekindle a friendship that Clay is not sure ever really existed. And there’s an added complication: Whit is dead. And he has decided to haunt Clay until the end of time.

A shambling, mordant mumblecore-style comedy, The Civil Dead deftly balances the understated humour of discomfort that results from the pair’s starkly contrasting readings of the bond between them against an increasingly uneasy sense of supernatural peril, manifested through smashed crockery, fused electrics and Whit’s sullen, aggrieved face hovering over his sleeping friend.

Watch a trailer for The Civil Dead.
 

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