When are people going to realize that creepy roadside carnivals always represent manifestations of evil, and stopping at them at the spur of the moment never ends well? Add the overbearing Dad, obnoxious kid, whiny Mom and the last minute decision to leave the phones in the Winnebago (which is both their lodging and only source of transportation), to get exactly what you would expect to find.
In Winnebago Graveyard there is a whole lot of cliché to overcome. Not that a familiar opening is necessarily a bad thing, but I’m not left with much of an incentive to care what happens next. The characters are thin and so far at least, the plot is worn out.
In order to stand out in an already crowded field of the supernatural, there has to be a hook, there has to be something special. I see none of that here. I do like the art, though. It is suitably dark and gross where required and does more to set the tone than the writing. Overall there’s not much to see here. Move along.