Where The Dead Go To Die [I'm being sssserious, TT-Ttommmyyy]

[Pedro_Bear]

OWWWW THE EDGE! Even trying to find screenshots that are neutral is difficult.

So...yeah. We like edgy arty-farty films, but have we watched the edgiest, artiest-fartiest one ever made, eh?

Where The Dead Go To Die is what happens when a mentally ill shut-in gets access to freeware 3D animation software after masturbating to padeoincest webcomic pornography for so long they think "I can't find anything to get off to any more, I'll make my own film, how hard can it be?" Turns out: not hard at all, where there's a will and a committed comedic outsider voice.

Where The Dead Go To Die is comprised of three short stories that vaguely overlap, each set in the suburbs of Hell, somehow linked together by a Lady In A Well, a demonic talking dog with an over-the-top ssslurrring speech pattern  TT-Ttommmyyy, and other recurring bit-part characters. You'll possibly only remember the demonic dog, but you will remember him, and you will smile when he re-enters the plot of the final vignette should you make it that far.



Don't be such a pussy, keep going, this is the real arthouse deal. And... here's the real kicker: it's a great film. It should not be so, it's a nutter pissing about making sick jokes and essentially his own sick paedophile pornography at certain points, and yet... it's amazing. Freed from any concept of morality, he has created a very moral film, where innocence lost regains its dignity through violent revenge. It's the Ring of Gyges where everyone has a ring on. Yes, it's intensely edgy, intentionally so. The film is trying to offend the audience at every turn, yet is aware enough that this is why we're watching it to the point where it all becomes a shared joke. A good joke, too. And then it wrongfoots us and plunges into a harrowing on-screen nervous breakdown for good measure.

Visually, it takes some getting used to, but by the second story the often unrendered 3D CGI gains a curious aesthetic of its own, and by the third story it's clear that it's the only legal way to tell it. If this guy ever got his shit together to make literal films of William Burroughs books, he'd do a damn fine job of things. If you can get to see Where The Dead Go To Die in a cinema, do it. Some of the arty farty cinemas might trot it out for Halloween, keep half an eye out for it.

I'm not even going to try to summarize what the Hell goes on, just let it roll over you and it'll make a lot more sense than it should, all things considered, like proper arthouse cinema used to before it became shit for cunts to sneer at common people with. Just don't cut yourself on the edges and everything will be fine, TTttommmyyy.

[Blumf]

You'll possibly only remember the demonic dog

Any relation to the Son of Sam dog?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=THh1pPWEoWs

[Pedro_Bear]

Yes! Very much so.

You'll also notice a hefty nod towards Southpark, too.

It's like an Eminem song where he takes a handful of background cultural references and butchers them to make whatever point he's trying to make, if indeed there's a point to be made. It is such a good film, and it has no right to be that way, which makes it even better.