“You are your fucking brain”
“They simply exist, like furniture.”

I do see a future in Kane Parson’s directorial career. He can improve as time passes but this doesn’t mean Backrooms was atrocious, in fact, the latter. An interesting take on isolation, mind twirling loneliness, the idea of the unknown mind, ours for example, and the infinite never ending inverse of reality and fiction told through the liminal spaces we call the backrooms. The story is between a furniture store…

I really do admire everything this movie holds to the heart because as detrimental and aching of a story this tells. Every single time I watch this. I think about my father. What could’ve be. What went through his mind to lead up with years of guilt until the day he passed. I never met him but my dream was to meet him and tell him that I forgave him for leaving. I just wanted a hug. I wanted to…