Gods damnit! Backrooms made me jump in the first five minutes. The nerve!
And how is it reminding me of something else, -a video game maybe- I don’t know. I can’t quite put my finger on it.
The fact that there’s so little to distract you on screen means you’re suspicious of everything. And, I guess, unless you can speak the other languages the voices don’t distract you either – and they somehow manage to keep you alert. It’s clever. It’s a nightmare waiting to happen. The electricity bill on that store must be huge.
Grinned the whole way through, finally a movie that made me scared to take a drink: You know those dreams where there’s a tiny doorway into another room, and it’s a bit of a pain to get through but you somehow manage it. And then the room you go into feels both familiar and weird at the same time. And you wake up eyeballing a particular wall in your house because that’s where that weird doorway in your dream was. But now it’s like a regular wall. And you know that the house and the weird doorway and odd room was your brains way of showing you around itself, but you’re not certain you really want to delve any deeper into the meaning of what you found there, but you google it anyway?
It’s kinda like that. But someone needs to come and wake you up because you’re dream screaming.
Had to follow it with Ace Ventura.
Writer, reviewer, and occasional chaos-collector -the kind who laughs through the plot twists and finds magic in the strange corners of storytelling. I explore films, stories, and the wonderfully weird… and yes, moths are still my sworn enemies.
