Some of my scariest dreams are of never-ending mazes of rooms, where I’m trying to get somewhere, but I don’t remember the way. As I weave my way through, I just get more and more lost. I need to communicate, but I can’t reach anyone, and I’m stuck in a space like an airport or a hotel, where all the rooms flow into one another and nothing distinguishes them. In the first five minutes of Backrooms, I was treated to my nightmare material in a powerful opening of found footage video. The viewer is stuck in a repetitive maze of rooms, featuring the same oatmeal-colored walls and flickering fluorescent lights overhead, but everything is just slightly off. The rooms are weirdly cantilevered with odd-shaped doorways and exits, signs jut out but are written backwards, and furniture morphs into strange Daliesque sculptures where nothing is functional.
It’s not often where I would say the atmosphere makes the movie, but that’s definitely the case in Backrooms. If you’re able to, I recommend seeing the movie in a theater where the scope of monotonous walls and hallways makes it feel as if you are wandering endless office spaces or strip malls. In Backrooms, Clark (Chiwetel Ejiofor) manages the failing Cap’n Clark’s Ottoman Empire, a multilevel warehouse space packed with discount furniture arranged in faux tableaux of family living rooms or master bedrooms. Clark has a drinking problem and spends all his time at work—literally, all his time since he’s been kicked out of his house by his wife. Now the furniture warehouse is his entire existence as he works and then spends nights in one of the bedroom setups, watching TV while drinking. Not a good headspace to be in.

The time period is the 1990s, where music, self-help, and religious cassettes are hawked on late-night TV, and Clark falls under the spell of a therapist with her own program available for only $29.99. Her calm voice drones from the TV: “We all have our loops. Our habits. Behaviors that keep us walking in circles. Reaching for the same solutions over and over again. Thinking each time will take you somewhere new, but they don’t.” At the end of her commercial, she invites clients to step through the window and live life.

Clark ends up seeing Mary (Renate Reinsve) in real life, where she takes him through one of his “loops,” having him reenact the scene where his wife kicked him out of their house. Clark plays himself while Mary acts as his wife. I’m guessing that with enough repetition, Mary hopes Clark will find his own way to open the window.
Mary carries her own mental baggage as shown in flashback scenes. She can remember fleeting moments of a happy childhood, but those are overpowered by images of herself as a young girl locked away in a hoarded-up house, obviously neglected, with the windows covered up as her mother suffers from mental illness. The one time Mary tries to go outside, her mother screeches, “Don’t open the window,” and this has given her the very tenet of her practice, how she encourages her clients to break free of mental illness.
Mary now appears to live a well-ordered life in a minimalist home, but she still struggles with anxiety, and has to break away from a party to take meds and calm herself down. Meanwhile, Clark finds a weak spot in one of his store’s walls, where he’s able to pass into a different dimension—the yellow walls and backward signs shown in the movie’s opening found footage video—and as he explores it further, a horrifying existential world of copies of copies and sameness opens up. Both Ejiofor and Reinsve are excellent in their roles, often having to carry the story all by themselves as they interact with stylized rooms for minutes on end, and the scenes are never boring.

Backrooms grew from a creepypasta on 4chan; a creepypasta is a horror or paranormal “legend” that’s been shared on the internet for years, so that it develops its own mythos. The original post from 2011 featured this photo, which has now been been dated back to a renovation job in Oshkosh, Wisconsin, that took place in the early 2000s:

A few years after that, the often-shared photo was given the name Backrooms in this 4chan post from 2019: “If you’re not careful and you noclip out of reality in the wrong areas, you’ll end up in the Backrooms, where it’s nothing but the stink of old moist carpet, the madness of mono-yellow, the endless background noise of fluorescent lights at maximum hum-buzz, and approximately six hundred million square miles of randomly segmented empty rooms to be trapped in. God save you if you hear something wandering around nearby, because it sure as hell has heard you.”

From there, sixteen-year-old Kane Parsons developed a Backrooms web series on his YouTube channel Kane Pixels that attracted the attention of James Wan, the director behind The Conjuring, Saw, and Insidious franchises. When Wan reached out to Parsons about developing his series into a full-length feature horror film, he had no idea he was talking to a teenager in Petaluma, California, who was creating these horror shorts from his bedroom. With Wan and others’ mentorship, Parsons was able to translate his web series into 2026’s film with the same techniques and open-source software (Blender) that he used in his original work.

The resulting existential horror gem has really stuck with me the last week after viewing it. Luckily, it hasn’t injected any new nightmare elements into my dreams. I do wonder, though, what is it about liminal spaces that make them so damn scary? I thought of similar movies that gave me the same scare, like George Romero’s Dawn of the Dead where zombies return to the shopping mall because that’s what they remember of their lives with what little crude intelligence they have left. Does this tap into the fear that we’re not unique? That really we are these empty, soulless rooms wandering the earth, looking for meaning?
I do think the success of the Backrooms movie does leave us with a hopeful note, especially for today’s recent graduates who are facing a hopeless economy. There’s no longer a place where you can rot in the backrooms of companies, toiling away at entry-level jobs where you give your blood to work one’s way up the corporate ladder. But look at what this sixteen-year-old kid did, making horror shorts that he was passionate about, and then A24 came knocking at his door. Now Parsons is twenty-one years old with a hit horror film under his belt and a sequel in the works.








































