The moment I pick up the UV torch in Dead Take, my stomach drops like a stone. This glamorous Hollywood mansion has enough dark secrets lurking behind its sleek mahogany walls to fill a number of horror flicks, most of which I've uncovered by this late stage in the game. One glance at the stark purple beam, though, and I know the most horrifying ones are yet to come.
Boasting career-defining performances from a stellar cast plucked from gaming's elite ranks, I had no doubt that Dead Take would deliver the FMV-style horror-mystery thriller I'd been craving. But what I didn't expect was a near Frankensteinian cautionary tale where the tormented becomes the tormentor. Dead Take is a damning indictment of the trauma and abuse so often engendered by entertainment industries, with performers and producers alike becoming complicit in their own undoing. The parameters might have shifted over the years, but Dead Take posits that these evils never truly go away. Rather, much like Halloween's Michael Myers, they simply take on a new shape.
