I spent most of Backrooms thinking about the work I could and should have been getting on top of ahead of a busy week, and the Arsenal crowds I’d have to contend with on the way home. 

I like unnerving liminal spaces, room tone and nightmare logic as much as anyone else. But instead of leaning into the visceral uneasiness of the found footage, this film was weighed down by a dire script, heavy handed sub plots and downright stupid Hollywood horror.

And if you’re going to pay homage to the iconic Texas Chainsaw Massacre dining scene, it better be good! Unfortunately this attempt was not.

Absolutely insane title music: atmospheric synthy ambient with early modern lutes and drums.

Well, that was shite! I really liked the Witch because it was brooding and atmospheric. This lacked any of that, and Eggers resorted to cheap gimmicks like bad jump scares time and time again.

PS watched this at picturehouse central in absolutely baltic conditions. I had to put on my hat, scarf and coat during the screening bc it was so cold, and still wasn’t warm enough. Picturehouse – pay your staff a proper wage and put the heating on you greedy bastards!

Aw felt quite emotional seeing everyone at New Cross bus depot waving goodbye to London’s last tram