Hey, everyone.
With the release of The Backrooms movie, I thought I'd again share an essay I wrote a couple of years ago that looks at this series of fictional locations from the angle of architecture, old and new, built and unbuilt: "Heavenly Purgatories: The Postmodern Labyrinth."
The thing about zombies and budget motels is that both are as fungible as they are transitional — again, neither alive nor dead. The zombie’s identity is a lack of individuality, and this lack is only augmented by the zombie’s usual mass presence. Go to any Motel 6 in the United States and you’ll find pretty much the same thing. Of course, that’s the point. This reliability, this flattening of regional differentiation, and its enforcement by mass quantity, is the basis of the almighty Brand, and its pervasiveness is a quality we have internalized since its global establishment. No wonder, then, that the Backrooms and its relations have that potent vibe of familiarity. In a way, the Backrooms is a collective dark fantasy born out of the industrio-consumerist landscape — a landscape where all sorts of mutilative efficiencies and conveniences, funneling back to an altar for a Molochian machine god, have deprived so many of our built realms of aesthetic sensitivity.
Reblob for the weekend/Sunday crowd.













