In Where the Bodies Are Buried, the host Phil Chalmers calls convicted serial killers who are on death row or serving life in prison. Many of them have only been convicted of a fraction of what they’ve allegedly done, and Chalmers’ calls guide some of the men to admit where other bodies are buried. One guy gets censored so many times explaining a horrific act that you wonder if it’s better to hear what he said or to fill in the bleeps with your own imagination. Another man convicted of strangling multiple people gets COVID-19 and begs for intervention because, he says, he cannot breathe, but the show’s hosts don’t really seem to care. Listening to the subjects’ lack of empathy—and the occasional breach in the hosts’—the audience must contend with the outer bounds of their own compassion. The show cuts out all of the mystery that the true-crime genre thrives on and instead goes straight to the sources, depicting moments that are often terrifying but not exactly surprising.