By Alex McPherson

Laced with cynicism about the human condition, director Cristian Mungui’s Palme d’Or-winning “Fjord” is less a provocative conversation-starter than a slow-motion trainwreck of harshly enjoyable proportions.

We follow the trials and tribulations of the Gheorgiu family, devout evangelical Christians who have just moved from Romania to a remote, snow-covered village in Norway after a tragedy. Mihai (Sebastian Stan), a Romanian, is stern, buttoned-up, and working as an engineer. His more sensitive Norwegian wife, Lisbet (Renate Reinsve), is a nursing home worker who spends much of her time caring for their newborn baby. 

Mihai and Lisbet have four other children. Their oldest, teenagers Elia (Vanessa Ceban) and Emmanuel (Jonathan Ciprian Breazu), bond with their new next-door neighbor Noora (Henrikke Lund-Olsen). Noora’s father, Mats (Markus Tønseth), is the local school headmaster, who lives with his wife Mia (Lisa Carlehad), an attorney, and her disabled father, Åke (Øyvind Venstad Kjeksrud), who Lisbet helps care for.

There’s definitely tension between the Gheorgius and the rest of the community. Whether or not people state it outright (but most of them do), the town “others” the whole family for their conservative cultural roots.

Elia and Emmanuel are also clearly shaken by their strict upbringing. Noora encourages them to break the rules and, well, act like teenagers; her rebellious spirit partly stems from harsh treatment from her own secular parents.

Things spiral out of control (albeit quite deliberately via the film’s pacing) when schoolteacher and bus driver Frida (Lisa Loven Kongsli) notices bruises on Elia’s body. Suspecting abuse, she reports the Gheorgiu family to Child Protective Services. After Mihai admits spanking the children, Child Services promptly puts all the children into foster care without giving Mihai or Lisbet an opportunity to accurately defend themselves.

Thus begins a tragicomic battle through the legal system where every party believes they’re doing “the right thing” as they’re rapidly destroying the lives of those they’re trying to protect. Indeed, “Fjord” views the adults at the center of its drama through a deeply nihilistic lens — positioning both sides as ignorant to the impacts their actions have on the children thrown into this situation against their will. 

Mungiu’s film, loosely based on true events, is a bleak, chilly experience that takes its time building towards melodramatic conclusions, presenting its story with straight-faced seriousness that belies a playfully sinister heart. Given the quietly exaggerated way the narrative unfolds, perhaps it’s better to view the self-seriousness of “Fjord” with a layer of ironic dark poetry; stubbornness and hate take over while the younger generations lose their innocence.

The film isn’t interested in taking traditional, “left vs. right” sides here, though. Mungiu’s screenplay makes it clear that Mihai, Lisbet, and their children come from different societal and religious standards than the culture they’re assimilating into. Mihai and Lisbet are convinced their mistreatment by Child Services is due in large part to prejudice against their belief system when, ultimately, the ways they attempt to control and dictate their children’s lives is their real flaw.

Similarly, “Fjord” doesn’t take a particularly favorable view of the central Norwegians, who jump at the opportunity to alienate and condemn the Gheorgius without due process, far beyond the “see something, say something” guidelines the school administrators have.

What is clear, however, is that the main group caught in the crossfire is the kids — we focus almost exclusively on Elia and Emmanuel, who are pawns in an ever-increasing downward spiral.

“Fjord” takes an observational stylistic approach that’s evocative without being didactic, allowing tension to simmer scene-to-scene, at times to an almost unbearable extent, buoyed by icily atmospheric cinematography. Mungiu revels in making viewers uncomfortable here, with stark, naturalistic acting masking increasingly heightened emotions.

Stan gives one of his best performances as the severe and stoic Mihai, barely holding back his deep-seated rage. He’s perpetually in a state of backed-into-a-corner defense. Reinsve is as reliably excellent as ever, bringing more warmth and compassion to her portrayal as Lisbet balances her caring heart with the cutthroat reality of their messy, increasingly public custody battle. Supporting players Carlehad and Kjeksrud bring additional complexity as characters refusing to be painted in broad strokes. 

Less successful are the child performers who are, almost universally, stilted in their performances. It’s unclear whether their emotional stuntedness results from their characters’ respective backgrounds, or from poor direction. Even though they fade to the background midway through, as “Fjord” focuses on the legal drama, it’s disappointing that when they are onscreen, the actors don’t bring the pathos that Mungiu gestures towards.

All in all, the less one takes “Fjord” seriously, the more effective it becomes as a shrewd critique of modern society and culture wars writ large. This isn’t a groundbreaking nor particularly illuminating experience. But it is a compellingly pessimistic time at the movies.


“Fjord” is a 2026 drama directed by Cristian Mungiu and starring Sebastian Stan, Renate Reinsve, Vanessa Ceban, Jonathan Ciprian Breazu, Henrikke Lund-Olsen, Markus Tønseth, Lisa Carlehad, and Øyvind Venstad Kjeksrud. The runtime is 2 hours, 26 minutes, and it’s rated R for language, full nudity, and self injury. It opened in theaters Oct. 23. Alex’s Grade: B+

By Alex McPherson

A masterpiece of experiential filmmaking that mines palm-sweating anticipation from what’s lurking around the next corner, director Kane Parsons’ “Backrooms” is an ambiguous yet utterly engrossing horror film for those willing to tune into its otherworldly frequency.

The film is based on 20-year-old Parsons’ YouTube series of the same name, which was inspired by the online liminal space “creepypasta” post on 4Chan from 2019. This newest iteration takes place in 1990 and focuses on Clark (Chiwetel Ejiofor), a failed-architect-turned-furniture-store-owner and alcoholic struggling after a recent divorce.

His ex-wife got the house, so Clark has taken up residence at the store. He’s seemingly resigned to a sad life running a defunct business and making embarrassing TV commercials where he’s dressed up like a pirate. 

He regularly has sessions with his therapist and self-help-book-author Mary (Renate Reinsve), who encourages Clark to reflect on his actions and break obsessive thought patterns. Mary is also a lonely soul who’s processing her own grief from a troubled childhood. She often zones out as haunted memories come flooding back.

Clark notices some strange electrical issues at the store, which eventually leads him to the basement where he finds a hidden entrance to the titular Backrooms — an alternate dimension residing in the uncomfortably uncanny valley. 

Claustrophobic, labyrinthine hallways and office spaces stretch on endlessly, enclosed by walls painted sickly yellow, lit with fluorescent lights, and littered with jumbled piles of furniture like some twisted contemporary art exhibit made by glitched-out AI software. A strange presence also stalks the premises that clearly doesn’t take kindly to visitors. 

Clark, and by extension us as viewers, are immediately thrown off kilter, but Clark becomes fascinated with this alternate universe and makes it his goal to unearth its mysteries.

Suffice it to say, dangers abound. Clark (and eventually Mary) find themselves way over their heads, becoming trapped in a place that can easily lead its inhabitants into spirals of insanity.

It might not have the most elegantly told story, but “Backrooms” is a relentlessly disorienting film, rich in oppressive atmosphere and dark absurdity, that prides itself on putting viewers in the shoes of its characters and letting the nightmarish world speak for itself.

Familiarity with Parsons’ web series isn’t needed to appreciate this film — above all else, “Backrooms” is a vibe, so stylistically assured that it conjures a universal, intoxicating sense of uneasiness.

Through a mixture of “found footage” camerawork and shots that keep us in lockstep with the characters, Parsons lets us feel the winding unknown and the relentless pressure of being chased through an unfamiliar environment without a clear exit. Although the camera generally adopts an omniscient viewpoint, we don’t jump ahead of the characters; we witness each new sight along with them.

And although Parsons does dole out some (rather cliché) themes, he keeps specific explanations vague, emphasizing the fact that this hidden world cannot be reasoned with. 

This approach, not unlike 2023’s horrifying “Skinamarink” (also made by a YouTuber turned feature film director), will prove alienating for viewers seeking a traditional narrative or characters that are easy to rally behind. 

The always reliable Ejiofor and Reinsve bring pathos and intensity to dialogue that rings intermittently too obvious and repetitive. Mary’s constant referencing of behavioral loops is an on-the-nose metaphor here, but the way Parsons brings in the existential weight of consumerism and the false promises of the American Dream are compelling threads left slightly underdeveloped.

The world and the filmmaking itself are the real stars of the show here, though — difficult to describe but viscerally felt: scenes patiently and deliberately build suspense before exploding in edge-of-your-seat set-pieces that cinematographer Jeremy Cox frames with frantic energy.

Parsons and Edo Van Breeman’s music is ingeniously woven into each sequence, feeling inextricably linked to the backrooms themselves in its rumbling, alien-like rhythms.

Sure, the film’s more traditional narrative elements feel undercooked, partly due to a rushed passage of time that feels at odds with the more deliberate approach Parsons takes in-the-moment. “Backrooms” shines in its unknowability and stumbles in the few moments when it panders to the masses, not committing to the bit quite as much as its forbears. 

Still, the feelings it conjures are indelible and specific — best experienced in a theater for maximum immersion. I can’t wait to dive back into “Backrooms” time and time again, and no, boomers, that’s not just because I’m Gen-Z.

“Backrooms” is a 2026 psychological horror film directed by Kane Parsons and starring Chiwetol Ejiofor and Renate Reinsve. It is rated R for language and some violent content/bloody images and runtime is 1 hour, 50 minutes. It opened in theaters May 29. Alex’s Grade: A.