An early glimpse of the Elliott clan at communion suggests an earnest struggle for pious redemption. Philadelphia filmmaker Andrew Repasky McElhinney stacks the deck of atonement, providing each family member with secret sins and personal demons. As paterfamilias Mr. Eliott (stoic Kevin Mitchell Martin) asks none too subtly, "Can rooms be haunted, as memory is haunted?" He shares the love that dares not speak its name with his corpulent brother-in-law, a carryover from their distant schoolboy days. His neglected wife (Sally Mercer) finds a more willing mate in their burly stable boy. Their son distracts himself in alcohol, while the unapproachable grandmother (Marj Dunsay) has retreated into silent catatonia. Long before the carnage starts, this is a house of the walking dead.
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