My Dead Friend Zoe Has Great Intent, but an Unfocused Script

Even with the best intentions, earnestness to a fault can be a creative albatross when it comes to cinematic storytelling. Take My Dead Friend Zoe, the directorial debut of veteran Kyle Hausmann-Stokes, a retired Army Staff Sergeant who was deployed in Iraq and returned home to attend USC’s School of Cinematic Arts. Zoe is based on his own experiences after returning home and is the feature-length expansion of his short film, Merit x Zoe.
My Dead Friend Zoe follows the post-deployment existence of Merit (Sonequa Martin-Green), a U.S. Army Afghanistan veteran suffering from debilitating PTSD that manifests as seeing and interacting with her deceased soldier bestie, Zoe (Natalie Morales). Although that premise has the potential to be both poignant and darkly comedic, Hausmann-Stokes has such a reverence for his former military characters that he handles them with kid gloves throughout the script. And although Morales is an improv queen, the overriding gravitas of Hausmann-Stokes’ direction makes most of the intended comedy wither and land with a dull thud. However, there are some solid performances from the whole cast, and the opportunity to platform this topic is a plus, and in some cases, likely vital to veterans who will watch it.
Hausmann-Stokes structures the film to take place in two timelines, Merit’s retirement life in her home state of Oregon and in her memories of the end of her 2018 deployment with Zoe. In general, Merit is stuck. She is plagued by memories of her friendship in the field with Zoe, including some gauzy violence that tips up the events that took Zoe’s life. In Oregon, she’s mandated to participate fully with a support group for veterans led by Dr. Cole (Morgan Freeman). Merit’s been resisting participation, which causes Cole to get stuck in the lane of appearing to wheedle her about not progressing or being brave enough to work through what’s plaguing her.
Meanwhile, Zoe buzzes around Merit like a fly, constantly making snarky quips about anyone and everyone as she rides shotgun in her living friend’s day-to-day life. Zoe can’t do anything corporeal, but the rules of when and why she appears is never fully explained. She’s just there, in the backseat of Merit’s car, or playing computer solitaire in the living room, or on the couch watching old reruns of M.A.S.H.. Weirdly, she’s treated like chatty, supernatural wallpaper just holding visual and aural space in Merit’s life without providing any propulsive motivation, be it good or bad. Zoe certainly has more agency in Merit’s memories from Afghanistan, but it’s not until the last 20 minutes of the film that her actual purpose reveals itself. It isn’t really fair to Morales, who is clearly trying to find some resonant footing in the present day storyline.