What We Carry

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Told through the eyes of a woman teetering between past and present, The Home Front is a quiet descent—part mystery, part elegy. Natalie, like a grown-up Alice in Wonderland, falls back through the looking glass of her hometown, only to find the world she left behind more warped and haunting than she remembers.

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The house is the rabbit hole.
The grief is the fall.
The art is the only clue.
And the poison? It’s everywhere.​

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Shot in the glow of a real New England summer, the film lingers in the spaces people avoid—what’s unsaid, untouched, unfinished. The performances are rooted in restraint and real ache, capturing the kind of grief that doesn’t scream. It just stays.

This isn't a story of how someone died.

It's about what death leaves behind—and what it dares the living to face.