backrooms (2026)

at first i was like huh. then i was like wait woah. and then i was like jesus fucking christ of nazareth get me out of here. watching this was like lucid dreaming on acid. an hour worth of therapy for freaks lost in the trenches of midlife crisis induced existential dread followed by an hour of pure absurdist theatrical fuckery. things are happening and i am breathless and claustrophobic and i am in the backrooms or maybe the subconsciousness is the backrooms and i’m running circles around life without a compass without direction without a flashlight without meaning without without without. rest in peace charlotte perkins gilman of the yellow wallpaper you would’ve loved unravelling your sense of self in the backrooms. i can see why this film is not everyone’s cup of tea you kinda need to be a little miserable in life to truly conceptualise the abyssal ontological psyche-warping horrors of the backrooms or at least my personal reading of it is of a more philosophical bent. anyway kane parsons, the freaks are rooting for you on the directorial journey