My Dead Selfie won The Best Experimental Feature Film Award from The Downtown LA Film Festival, 2018.

Ginger, a young and beautiful African American woman, and her professional white husband Hal, are full of life, enjoying a passionate marriage. However, they tiptoe around discussing race. Ginger refuses to see Hal for who he really is, instead enjoying the financial security that he brings. Yet Hal has a family secret — he comes from a long line of vicious overseers from slavery who secretly practiced the occult. The slaves placed a curse on Hal’s family for generations to come and in order to break it he must marry a Black woman. Now in a house that is possessed by the evils of racism, Ginger has no choice but to hope that her life matters.

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Director’s Statement

Making a social-horror film, a sub-genre of horror films, just felt natural to me.  It allowed me to look at elements of racism in an aggressive, yet creative, way.  No doubt, the collective Black American experience has been horrific in every sense of the word, thus it’s likely that horror films on race will be some of the most unique films that Black filmmakers create.  My leading cast of Ginger and Hal is symbolic. Ginger represents a segment of Black Americans who look away from racism, even when it’s staring them in the face, and Hal represents this country’s long-going exploitation of Black people.  So I took the set-up of a standard ghost story and placed Ginger and Hal in the center. Why call it, “My Dead Selfie”? It’s a play on words.  We all need to look at ourselves and examine how we treat one another; if not, our ‘selfies’ will be void, from the inside out.

We made this film with spit and chewing gum, almost no money.  Really, almost no money. But the skeleton crew, mainly young people from Craigslist, and a very talented cast from LA helped to make magic! We were strangers, Blacks, Whites, Asians and Mexicans, who love cinema — that’s what brought us together and kept us together. I am so happy for this experience.

— Joy Shannon