Before the idea of a ‘web-series’ became the modern phenomena that it is now, the internet was a wild frontier where we could look upon everything from the wonderful recordings of Wesley Willis to the eclectic animations on Newgrounds with wide-eyed wonder. As exciting and creative as all this was, however, nothing could have prepared me for the bizarre universe of British animator David Firth—specifically his Salad Fingers series.
Baroque in style and unsettling in expression, Salad Fingers is the story of a poor, mutilated humanoid named Salad Fingers who resides in what seems to be the leftover scraps of a post-war-annihilated earth. A wasteland full of bleak nothingness and inexplicable occurrences, the inhabitants are equally grotesque in form… it’s everything I wanted in an animated horror series, an acid trip gone terribly wrong.
Beautiful in a deep, disturbing and thoughtful way, the series provokes a lingering sense of reflection at one’s own quirks and imperfections in a world that no one really understands. Delving into some pretty heavy subtext, it examines a lot of uncomfortable themes such as addiction, fear, erotic fantasy, and pain—all of which stem from the dark pit of psychosis one experience being alone (very different from loneliness). Is it a metaphor for the world we already live in? That’s for the viewer to decide.