Backrooms (2026)

Kane Parsons directs Chiwetel Ejiofor, Renate Reinsve and Lukita Maxwell in this psychological horror about a furniture store that has an infinite supernatural liminal labyrinth down in its basement.
Every generation needs their The Blair Witch Project? I was easily the oldest swinging dick in my packed out late night screening. The youth all had bought big sodas and hotdogs from the concession stands. Vue Omni making bank like it is 1999. A time when every weekend the foyer of the multiplex was this busy with commerce. The movie itself is curiously adequate. There are nail biting peaks and glaring flaws but as a one watcher it had me locked. There are moments hot washed in beige paranoia. A few Lynchian images that truly unnerve. And, not to sound like a cine-stalker but, Renate is so primo beautiful that you can’t take your eyes off her. The camera loves her, the costume designer adores dressing her up. She even looks like a Golden Age glamour icon drenched in blood, frantic and having reality collapse around her. The downside is much of this is drawn out tease, 20 something Parsons is a strong visual storyteller but I don’t think I needed his take on middle aged people emoting their demons… and the monster reveal is laughable. Memorable but just undeniably daft. There is enough blank space enigma here to make you think about deeper intent for days after. What does all this represent and manifest? Are the Backrooms lost thoughts, memories or dreams corrupted by reproduction? Or is it generational fear about AI? Source code so glitchy and corrupted it is mutant and recognisably false yet we now have to navigate its unsolicited unreality? Or a parable about old original cinema art having to survive the cloning process of constant studio approved IP regurgitation? Why can’t Sony / Warners / Universal keep cranking out the same nostalgia brand rollercoaster movies every few years? Each one a faded replica of what worked before but denuded of lived in details and littered with unnerving, disgusting compromises? Maybe Backrooms isn’t an allegory for any of that and is just a calling card that somehow became a sleeper event for a generation.
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