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Writer-Director: Guetty Felin
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Lithography artist, Adele travels to Haiti to explore the artistic and cultural roots of her craft, but her journey takes a chilling turn when she becomes entangled in a series of brutal murders tied to a decades-old tragedy—one that is eerily connected to her own mother’s past.
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Based on an original screenplay.
WGA-Registration# 2302162
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DIRECTOR'S STATEMENT
Script completed on Easter Sunday, April 20th, 2025 .
I wrote the script for Communion Day, thanks to my friend filmmaker Alain Gomis, who graciously lent me his beach house on the Atlantic coast of Senegal. There was something magical and deeply nourishing about having the ocean as my canvas—a vast mirror onto which I could project my imagination. Perhaps it was the ghosts of my ancestors whispering to me in the sound of the waves.
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This story was born out of anger and disappointment. That was the fuel, you could say—the motor that started it all. For the last three years, I’d been developing a horror project that was abruptly pulled from under me with no warning. More than sadness, what I felt was rage. I had poured three good years into that project.
But as Maya Angelou once said:
“If you are not angry, you’re either a stone or too sick to be angry. Use that anger, yes. You write it, you paint it, you dance it, you march it, you vote it, you speak it...”
So I chose to ride the anger—and once the ride began, something beautiful and haunting took over. The anger moved to the back seat, and creativity took the wheel.
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I am a child of the Haitian dictatorship—part two. I remember growing up hearing about ruthless Tonton Macoutes who abducted children. The year before my First Communion, many little girls went missing on their communion day. My parents were so spooked, they postponed mine until I was ten, living in exile in a safe haven called Queens, NY. I was the tallest, oldest communion girl of that cohort.
I’ve harvested that seed planted in my imagination over four decades ago, and used it to build the premise of Communion Day. As I was writing, a new plot twist imposed itself on me—and I ran with it. That twist opened a portal through which I could question political power, supernatural power, and revenge. It also gave me the chance to emasculate the Great Dictator—whom I call THE FATHER in this story. In real life, he was known as Papa Doc—Father Doctor.
I wanted to explore the invisible hands behind the men we thought were the most powerful and what does justice looks like for the most vulnerable; all that in a noir-political-supernatural-ghost story.
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I followed my instincts. I kept writing.