Daddy's Head

A grieving boy's worst nightmare takes flesh when something wearing his dead father's face shows up at the door—and it isn't quite right. Daddy's Head taps into the primal dread of A24's best slow-burn horrors, where the monster isn't the jump-scare kind but the creeping wrongness that lives in your chest. What makes this 92 minutes sing is how it weaponizes grief itself: that uncanny valley between hope (maybe he's back) and horror (but what came back?).

The film moves with deliberate, suffocating pacing—think Hereditary by way of intimate British Gothic. Director Sam Eggins keeps you locked in tight spaces with a stepmother and stepson forced to confront not just a supernatural threat but the fractured family dynamics grief has already shattered. Julia Brown and Nathaniel Martello-White carry the weight with raw, unshowy performances that make every moment of dread feel earned rather than manufactured.

This is stripped-down, character-driven horror for viewers who prize atmosphere over spectacle—the kind that rewires your sense of what "home" means. You'll spend the final act in genuine, moral uncertainty about what these characters should want to happen. The kind of ending that'll haunt conversations for days.