Having been bitten by the horror bug once again, tonight I found myself in the mood for a scary story, and looked up one I heard about 2 years ago: Where the Dead Go to Die (2012). A horror anthology about children who are taken to Hell by a demon dog.
Having heard that Where the Dead Go is one of the most graphic, horrifying anything ever…
…my curiosity was piqued.
Turns out, my curiously needn’t have bothered. Where the Dead Go is awful in ways it isn’t trying to be.
For starters: The demon dog’s voice is nails-on-a-chalkboard annoying. Watching it tempt a little boy, all I could think of is Kindergarten Cop (1990):
One thing that makes demons creepy is that they tell you what you want to hear in a way you want to hear it.
What father wants to kill his daughter?
I’d rather staple my ears shut than listen to this he-bitch for more than 5 seconds.
Second: Where the Dead Go is an eyesore.
A YouTube comment put it well: “This is like ReBoot on acid.”
But ReBoot — being the first computer animated TV series — has an excuse for its (by today’s standards) poor animation.
Where the Dead Go, having been made in 2012, has no excuse.
This is how far animation had progressed… by 2008:
If the creator of Where the Dead Go didn’t care enough about his work to make it look the best it could, than why should I care at all?
Finally: Nothing means anything.
If what I’ve read is true, the “horrifying” events in Where the Dead Go are just there for the sake of being there; there’s no deeper meaning to anything that I’m seeing.
When I read that what I’m seeing is just there for the sake of being there, I feel like I’m being trolled.
To go back to Evil Dead (2013): One aspect of that film that I like is that aspects of the story are left up to the viewer’s interpretation. The film isn’t just blood and gore for the sake of blood and gore.
“Worthless” is the first word that comes to mind when I think of Where the Dead Go.
I could be playing Doom right now. But I just had to talk about Where the Dead Go…
Thankfully, that’s a mistake I don’t have to live with.
I’m off to “Rip and tear, until it is done.”