June Movies Part 1: Backrooms & Power Ballad

I headed to the movies this weekend and watched one Gen Z blockbuster horror film that everyone's talking about and one sweet, melancholy Irish movie that almost no one is talking about. I enjoyed both, but for very different reasons.

Backrooms: Written by Will Soodik and directed by the 20-year-old (!) Kane Parsons, based on YouTube videos he started creating in 2022, this movie is extremely wild and twisty and slightly impossible to explain. But my god it's a vibe, and I vibed hard with it. Chiwetel Ejiofor stars as Clark, an angry divorced man who aspires to be an architect but instead owns a struggling discount furniture store. After his wife kicked him out, he has been living in the store, and has noticed the electricity is behaving erratically, with power surges and losses at all hours. One night, he goes down to the basement to investigate why the lights are off, and he sees something shimmering on one of the walls. When he approaches, he discovers he can walk through this wall, and into the titular "backrooms." 

This is where all kudos goes to Danny Vermette, the incredible production designer, without whom, this film would be nothing. The backrooms are a weird and eerie, slightly-off maze of interconnected rooms that just keep getting stranger and stranger as Clark wanders through them. The score and sound design by Edo Van Breemen and Parsons also deserve a lot of kudos because we get the constant hum of the overhead fluorescent lighting as an accompaniment, but then the sudden footsteps, or sudden silence that signifies only bad things could happen next. Honestly, the sound design scared the crap out of me more effectively than the appearance of actual monsters.

Yes, there are monsters lurking in these rooms, and yes, things will get a little bloody towards the end, but the majority of the time, you are just wandering through this insane world, trying to figure out what's going on, and having a mild panic attack for 110 minutes. Ejiofor is excellent as our protagonist who is also a little despicable, while Renate Reinsve is an excellent audience surrogate, playing Clark's therapist, Mary, who has her own intricate back story that will unfold over the course of the film. It's all very layered and complex, like the backrooms themselves, and there are so many interpretations you could come up with as you watch this film. The main thing though, is that you have to see it. It's a wild ride, and I joyously went along for it.

Power Ballad: Directed by John Carney, who also co-wrote the screenplay with Peter McDonald, this is a classic Carney piece about the conflict between artists who make music because they love it and the record labels and big stars who make music because of capitalism. Paul Rudd stars as Rick Power, a former rockstar who settled down in Ireland 15 years ago after he married an Irish woman and had a daughter. Giving up on his rock dreams, he now sings for a wedding band. It's not glamorous work, and he misses being able to play his own songs instead of the usual comfort fare required at a wedding. 

At one wedding, however, Rick meets a famous singer, Danny Wilson (Nick Jonas who is not playing a character too far from reality, but still acted the hell out of this part, much to my surprise). Danny was formerly in a boy band but is now trying to strike out on his own, and he's trying to write songs for his upcoming album. He and Rick have an all-night jam session once the wedding festivities conclude and joyously make music together, riffing on each other's work, and enjoying a very creative collaboration that leave both in admiration of each other. What could go wrong?

Rick goes back to his life, and Danny goes back to his, and then six months later, Rick hears a song playing at the mall. He instantly recognizes it as "How to Write a Song Without You" a song that he has been noodling on for years, and that he had shared with Danny during their collaborative night. Well, Danny was able to add a bridge, produce the hell out of it, and now has a #1 single on his hands, with no songwriting credit to Rick whatsoever. What follows is a story that made my husband nervous, because he thought the tone of the film was going to become very dark and insane. But I knew the most I could expect from a Carney movie was a little melancholy and a lot of soul. There's a fair amount of comedy, because how could you not when you have Rudd at the helm, but he does a great job playing this slightly sad sack musician, who isn't quite living his dreams and just wants recognition for finally writing the hit song he has been chasing for so many years. 

It's a beautiful story about creativity and collaboration and credit, all topics that are so dicey and controversial when it comes to making music and art, and it's deftly told and distilled with that traditional Carney whimsy and Irish flair. I loved this movie and it made me tear up at various points. And not for nothing, "How to Write a Song Without You" is a certified banger - I hope it starts climbing up the charts, because nothing makes me happier than when a movie about a hit song actually generates a hit song. It's such a difficult task, and initially, when I heard the song in the movie, I didn't think it was that great, but by the time you hear it twenty times, in multiple contexts, with different production values, you really do learn to appreciate the art and craft of songwriting. It's a beautiful musicology lesson and movie all wrapped up in one.