My Dead Dad

I honestly tried my best to give this a chance, but it's another one that I'd give to someone I was mad at. Perhaps it picked up after I was bored to sleep, but I'll never know. I'm an old man with only so much time left and I think it would be more exciting to cut an apple in half and watch it turn brown. Or, fill an aluminum piepan with water and watch it evaporate!

It's just a bad movie.

It's a mix of bad acting, bad dialogues and boring scenes.

It's a fake drama, poorly developed.

It amazes me how mediocre garbage projects get resources to come out of the garbage and end up in the garbage.

... don't waste your time.

I love being surprised. With My Dead Dad I totally was. It has all the working parts of a film festival champion. The lead Pedro Correa is sensational. Even more so because this film was his baby. I loved the home movie footage best. It was really believable. The acting is good, the direction simple yet nuanced. I loved it.

If you're thinking of watching this for the skateboarding action, don't.

If you're hoping for some male nudity like one of the other reviewers, you'll be as disappointed as they were.

If you're wanting see some feel good moments from the residents of the apartments as Lucas learns about their lives, yeah, that doesn't happen either.

And if you're hoping for some real heart-warming moments as he learns about his dead dad, there's none of those either.

What does happen is a crappy, chemistry void love triangle, alongside some weed smoking, surface friendships.

I watched this as the trailer looked sweet and it had 7 on IMDB. I'm hoping my more accurate rating of 2 will save others 90 minutes of their life.

This is the primary theme in Correa's touching play My Dead Dad, which explores how the concept of a connection might be reframed via reflection. Lucas moves to Los Angeles with the intention of quickly selling his father's property, but as the building and its tenants begin to take an emotional interest in him, his aims begin to diminish.

Aside from the catchy title, "My Dead Dad" brings to mind a particular style of independent film from the 1990s that combined a high concept with low budget and ultimately focused on moments, whether they were created by a single actor, between actors, or by a group of relatively unknown actors finding their voice. That's how "Dad" is; cleverly directed, gorgeously edited, and with a cast of actors who all get their moment to shine.