emily blunts backrooms

Skinamarink got a glow-up!

immersive, atmospheric labyrinthine sets oozing liminal, nebulous intrigue, both oddly comforting (never want it to end) and unsettling (i actually wanna go back home now). slightly undone by tentative-feeling third-act exposition. most hypnotically effective when it’s a pure zone/head movie that drifts between theme park ride, art installation, and sandbox gaming expansiveness.

how did the sharks get in there

my dumb ass googling to see if this was a true story like Tár