Watched the Backrooms movie. Loved it. Thought it was a great exploration of mental illness and the inability to move past bad memories. Hopped on Tumblr. Everyone’s complaining about how the black lead is too angry and mean and scary, and that he shouldn’t have the character flaws that he has, and also they’re all posting thirst traps of the little white boy who was there for 10 minutes before being unceremoniously pulled into a dark room and ripped apart offscreen. I see how it is.

Clark saying the creatures don't feel anything and then later in the same scene the woman anomaly is seen attempting to run away from the pirate, seemingly in fear. Something something devaluation of life seen as different than him.

I really did like the ending of the Backrooms 2026, actually. The twist that the Backrooms is a space that you can physically exit but a part of you mentally will always be trapped in is a great subversion and really effectively inverts the concept. The main scientist character looks directly into the camera and reveals he is still caught in the same nostalgia trap that Clark was, stuck in a repetitive motion and going nowhere. Mary got out but she's still in there. You can leave but you can never escape

"and the best part is you can eat them" honestly what the fuck 🥀🥀🥀

The backrooms movie

a handprint made in concrete is just the image of a hand, it’s not the real thing. or, it’s the absence of a hand, more than anything, the negative space. the casing around where it should be. it’s an indent that was made from something real - that could not have existed without something real - but it’s not the real thing, it’s just trying to be. maybe it’s not even trying. you put your hand there with your mother and the concrete remembers, and the handprint doesn’t even know why it exists, it just does. if we can make copies and not-things from real things in the world, who’s the say the world couldn’t do that itself? does it even need to know why?