The Dollmaker

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“The Dollmaker” directed by Al Lougher


A grieving mother latches on to a magical surrogate for her lost child. But small miracles come with big consequences.

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I’ll need a set of clothes he wore at least once.

Do not wash them.

I’ll also need a lock of hair and a valuable possession of his.

Can it be a baseball mitt?

Mitt, toy, whatever, sure.

As long as he cherished the thing.


Does this really work?

Nobody ever asked for their money back.

Take a look.

Tell me what you think. Tell me it’s great.

I think..

I think it’s just a stupid doll.

An overpriced stupid doll.


Oh, yeah.

Don’t be shy, sugar. Come on.

It’s my baby.

I missed you so much.

Go ahead, buddy. Hold the stupid over priced doll’s hand.

Put that thing down, Jenna. let’s take a moment and think this through.

Already did. Here’s the other half.



He’s yours.

Now on to the instruction manual.

Those houses where the brat lived, I left this spiritual mark.

Place is chock full of energy of its former self. Inside here the doll is a vessel to channel that energy.

But outside…

Outside it’s just a doll.


Why do I feel like the instruction manual comes with a long list of warnings?

Just one.

Do not spend longer than one turn the hourglass with him.


Once time’s up, he must go back in the box for a whole day before you can take him out again.

What happens if I go overtime?

My products like a drug, buddy. Fun to use.


But dangerous to abuse.

Ignore this rule and you’ll start losing it.

Really losing it.

You’ll believe a lie.

You believe in the doll is the real thing.

You won’t even have to touch it anymore after a while for the illusion to work. You’ll forget about the accident, cancer, or…

whatever the hell happened to the brat. You’ll even forget about hiring me.


Your mind will bury what needs to be buried and fill in the blanks that need to be filled to keep the lie alive.

Of course if any of this happens it’s not my responsibility. Because you have been warned.

Here comes the plane.

Is it good?

And open wide for mommy.

Ready, and here comes another one.



You up all night with him again?

I was just remembering what I said to you after the funeral.

I told you that life can be a cruel bitch sometimes.

That deep down we all have the strength to get through whatever she throws us.

And even if we forget that strength it’s always there.

And I said that I could be strong for the both of us until you found your strength again.

Turn septic, that’s bullshit.


Turns out that I’m weak.

And I need you as much as you need me now, we can either brave through this thing together or let it tear us apart.

What’s it gonna be Jenna?

What funeral?

You need to put that thing back in the box.

I’m not putting my son in a box.

It’s not your son


You’re hurting me.

So are you.

What are doing?

Taking you outside so you can see what you really have in your hands.

This is my fault for letting…

She was losing it and I didn’t know what to do.

So I hid the doll and she she just couldn’t take it


She… uh…

She slit her wrists.

That wouldn’t be my responsibility buddy.

I just want her back.

I need her back.

I’ll need a set of clothes she wore at least once, do not wash them!

I’ll also need a lock of hair.


And a valuable possession of hers.

So it works for adults too?

Nobody ever asked for their money back

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