It's like a maze: it just goes on and on

I saw Backrooms last week. What a film. James had already seen it a couple of days earlier and said ''It's made for you, dad.'' It's a horror movie but not in a gratuitous kind of way. It's a liminal exploration into what defines memory and feelings of isolation - all mixed with a side helping of full-on creepiness. OK, if I had only 10 words to describe it to you - imagine walking into a maze you can never escape from. I watched it on my own in a room full of strangers and none of us barely exhaled, let alone coughed or rustled a crisp packet; a more reverential audience you'd struggle to find. In fact so intense was the experience I couldn't believe that we'd all sat transfixed for an hour and forty five minutes making zero noise. Catch it if you can.

Backrooms - Trailer (2026)