backrooms
Pretty late to the game but I finally watched Backrooms today. I thought it was a pretty good film. Shot competently, really great set and acting. The narrative was a little clumsy but it still doesn’t discount the film’s worth. The movie did creep me out but not quite in the typical horror movie way. What haunted me was the idea of liminal spaces that hold the uncanny fragmented parts of our memories, lives and selves. A place where the traumas we suppress run wild. This is the stuff of nightmares for sure. But as someone who lives in a postcolonial country, I see this phenomenon everywhere. Parts of our culture diluted in the name of progress, fragmented memories of who we once were in this eternal backroom I call home.
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