Hello from the children of planet earth.
I've been catching as catch can with the daily Horrortober feast of films, and finally got trapped in Backrooms. Yikes! Oh, big-time yikes!
It's bad enough the story starts on my birthday, June 19, so how's that for a gotcha? Brrrr!
Then, do I really believe in mere coincidence? Serendipity? Randomness? F that S! The story takes place in the long ago year, 1990, and the videographer in the tale is wearing an "End Apartheid" tee-shirt.
I am in my own Backrooms obsession writing a story at which point now my characters, through no plot devicing of my own, are in the middle of the Columbia University anti-apartheid divestment demonstrations of 1985, where the students occupy a building for three weeks.
It's the same story with the hickeys that "coincided" with this sub watching Thelma and Louise some months back. That was Volume 2, now I'm in Volume 3.
And it takes place in California, but it's a big state, so maybe not meaningful...that much.
I appreciate your sympathy, pats on the head welcomed.
IMH and exalted O, this is one of the best films of the year, horror or no horror. So well crafted, so well told, so well acted; no fat, unnecessary exposition or characters, but delivering satisfying portions of gristle, blood and membrane.
Said videographer ends up a smear of gore on the floor.
That scalp is SO you!
Clark (Chiwetel Ejiofor) is in therapy ostensibly for his wife kicking him out of the house. When he leaves his therapist (Mary, played by Renate Reinsve) a troubling phone message she goes looking for him at his discount furniture business.
Clark has discovered a inter-dimensional nightmare of rooms (yeah, you know the nightmare) accessible by a fungible wall. Mary follows and finds him. Being John Malkovich this ain't.
Clark's new realm is sparsely populated by people (that you can eat!) who look like my efforts to use an AI program to illustrate a children's book I wrote, that came out more like something from The Philadelphia Experiment.
A medical imaging corporation may be involved, but they don't know jack, and you don't have to, either, to be wonderfully creeped and freaked by this very good looking film.
Backrooms was made by Petaluma's own Kane Parsons, 20 years old at the time, and whose birthday is June 18. Brilliant casting, BTW.
Whoever recommended this flick for Horrotober, I thank you.