It was raining on Saturday, so I went to the cinema to watch Backrooms. For the uninitiated, this film grew from a creepypasta story about a haunted furniture store into a multifaceted piece of internet lore. Think an endless sequence of windowless rooms inhabited by unknown dangers. Think House of Leaves, liminal space, the uncanny, and David Lynch.
Now the film is, as they say, a major motion picture. It is also the most terrifying film I have ever seen.
Picture this. A novella about two sisters: Sis and Amy. One of them alive, one of them dead. The living one muscular and feisty. The dead one reincarnated… as a chainsaw. Together they set off to get their revenge on Amy’s killers. Cue rampage, gore, mayhem. And, in case you missed it, a talking chainsaw.
I love The Lighthouse. It’s been a while since I was this impressed by a film, or a book, or any work of art. Go and see it if you can, but go easy on the booze. And be nice to seagulls. You’ll find out why soon enough.
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