#wifi password hacking

[kamrulislamsakib]

The Evolution of Hacking: From Cyberpunk Fantasy to Real-World Reality

Hacking has been a part of internet culture for as long as there’s been an internet to hack. For some, it’s a rebellious act—tearing down the walls built by corporations or governments. For others, it’s an artform, a way of playing with systems, seeing how far you can push boundaries. But what does hacking really mean today? And why does it still capture our imagination?

Historically, hacking has been portrayed as a dark art. Think back to movies like The Matrix or Hackers—hackers as antiheroes, taking down the system from the inside. But while these portrayals are often exaggerated, they did reflect a truth: hacking represents a desire to reclaim power and control. In a world where tech companies and governments collect personal data and monitor our every move, hacking is one way to level the playing field.

In the real world, hacking has taken on many forms. There’s ethical hacking, where people are hired to test systems for vulnerabilities, and there’s black-hat hacking, which involves illegal activities. But even those who engage in illegal hacking often see themselves as part of a larger rebellion against control and surveillance.

It’s easy to romanticize hacking, to see it as this cool, underground world of rebellious acts and revolutionary potential. But the reality is more complex. Hacking today isn’t just about taking down the man; it’s about finding flaws, building something new, or even just learning how things work beneath the surface. It’s about pushing boundaries, challenging authority, and questioning the systems that run our world.

And perhaps that’s the real reason hacking still resonates with so many people. It’s not just a skill or a rebellion—it’s a form of empowerment. It’s the ability to break free from the constraints placed on us, even if only for a moment.

In a world where everything feels so rigid, so controlled, hacking is the ultimate act of freedom. It’s a reminder that the digital world is malleable, that we can create our own paths through it, and that the rules are often made to be broken.

[anywherebd]

হারিয়ে যাওয়া পাসওয়ার্ড খুজে পান মাত্র  এক ক্লিকেই

[sistertotheknowitall]

Don't Take Snacks From Some Guy

Masterpost

Duke knew better than to take food from strangers. Still it was nice of the other man to offer so he kept taking them.

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Duke watched the kid type away at his laptop. He said kid but the guy was probably a few years older the him. Still, he wasn't supposed to be on the roof of a bank, Gotham National Bank to be specific. He didn't seem to be up to anything nefarious (Duke didn't think you needed to be on the bank to hack it) but he was still on the roof a bank. A closed bank at sunrise on a Sunday.

How did he even get up there? Duke doubted that he took the stairs. Unless he worked for the bank but that didn't answer why he was on the roof.

Making a decision, Duke disappeared and made his way over. He was quiet and cautious as he went to look over the other teens shoulder. He was writing …a paper? From what Duke could read it was a research paper (‘in accordance to what the Daily Planet has stated about the city’s hero’ -).

“Could you not breathe in my ear?” 

Duke flinched back and thankfully didn't make a sound. He was pretty sure he still invisible but tired eyes were staring at him - well, in his general direction. (Just to be sure Duke checked, and, yeah, still not visible.) For a moment they just sat still as Duke contemplated revealing himself. (The other could be bluffing but was it really bluffing if he was right?) The guy had known Duke was there and seemed able to at least sense his general position. He seemed annoyed but not violent. It was also clear that he definitely was not committing cyber crime unless the paper was code. (Could it be code?)

Continuing with caution Duke made himself visible and shifted awkwardly, “um, hi, I’m Signal -”

The other boy had turned back to his computer, appearing to read over what he had written. “You were almost pressed against me, dude.” 

Duke blushed, a little embarrassed, “right, sorry, I was just trying to see what you were doing.”

“I'm Danny and I was not hacking the bank, I promise.”

“Okay?” 

Duke continued to watch Danny as he finished reading and closed the laptop. Standing Danny stretched and started putting the computer away. Duke had winced at the popping of his spine. “So what are you doing up here?”

Shouldering his bag Danny told him, “writing about the sociological impact of superheroes vs vigilantes, or do you not know how to read?” 

Duke contemplated still arresting the man. He could still get him for loitering or trespassing or something. “No, I got that - “

“Did you?”

Ignoring the snippy remark Duke continued and asked “why are you writing on top of the bank? How did you even get up here?”

“The public library’s wifi is awful and this bank has a public password.” 

Duke blinked, “you're up here at sunrise for the wifi?”

“Yeah.”

"…….."

“So… think you could help me get down?”

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Once back on solid ground Danny had held out a chocolate bar. Duke stared in confusion before realizing it was an offering, “oh thanks, but -” Danny sighed, grabbed Duke's wrist and forced the candy into his hand. Letting go, Danny had patted the vigilante on the shoulder, muttered his thanks and walked off.

Duke watched him go around the corner before considering the chocolate. While the guy hadn't been anything other than a little snarky and rude, Duke wasn't going to eat something a stranger gave him. Even if you didn't grow up in Gotham, accepting food from strangers was not wise. Duke knew this. 

So he had taken the candy bar back to the cave for analysis. 

Upon their seconf meeting nearly a week later Danny had been a lot more cheerful and had apologized to Duke for being grumpy. He then handed him a banana and left. Duke continued to run into Danny on roof tops, fire escapes, and once outside the entrance to a cemetery and while he wasn’t always in a talkative mood when they met (sometimes he would just walk by Duke, shoving food into his hands as he passed) he was always sure to give him something. Duke didn't know what to make of this but he was understandably careful. The banana had been tested like the chocolate, so had the fruit snacks, the granola bar, and the apple. All came back clean.

 It was a few days after the apple was cleared that the bats had come to the conclusion that Danny was not a threat. So when Duke was handed a donut on a stressful Tuesday, he ate it gratefully. Danny had seemed pleased that Duke continued to take the treats and Steph was always happy to eat what Duke didn’t.

Post 5

[malsmind]

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hacker!matt desperatly has to find a way to hack into

popular!reader's phone again.

file-warnings: stalking, male and female masturbation

you sat in the cramped lecture hall, the faint hum of the projector overhead mixing with the rustle of notebooks and the occasional cough from someone a few rows back. it was a typical tuesday morning at college—intro to programming, a class you only half-paid attention to because the professor’s monotone voice could put anyone to sleep. your phone buzzed on the desk, screen lighting up with a text from a friend about some party this weekend. you smirked, tapping out a quick reply, oblivious to the pair of eyes watching you from across the room.

matt slouched in his seat near the back, his hoodie pulled low over his forehead, hair spilling out in messy strands. he kind of looked like every other guy to be honest. he didn't dress in any 'weird' or 'nerdy' way, but there was something sharper in the way his blue eyes flicked toward you. he wasn’t just some slacker coasting through college. matt was a hacker, the kind who could dismantle a system in his sleep, and he’d been trying to crack into your phone for weeks. not that he hadn't done it before, he's hacked into your phone and other devices multiple times, but recently, your phone’s security was tighter than usual, probably because apple had sent you a warning when matt wasn't careful enough with hacking into it last time. some custom encryption he couldn’t quite unravel, and it was driving him up the wall.

the reason why exactly it was making him go insane was because last night, when he went to touch himself, knowing after a long day and a night out you'd shower, maybe even find relief in touching yourself as well, he was left needy and frustrated when your phone kept kicking him out. no mater what he did, your phone just wouldn't cooperate.

he chewed the inside of his cheek, spinning a pen between his fingers as he watched you scroll through your screen. he’d tried phishing links, brute-forcing your password, even sniffing the campus wifi for vulnerabilities—nothing worked. it was starting to feel personal, like your phone was taunting him. then, last night, hunched over his laptop in the living room of the house he shared with his brothers, the idea hit him: if he couldn’t hack it, he’d break it. get you a new one. slip in a backdoor before you even turned it on. his lips had curled into a grin at the thought, a little twisted but undeniably clever.

now, he just needed an opening. class ended, and you shoved your stuff into your backpack, slinging it over one shoulder as you headed out. matt followed at a distance, hands in his pockets, blending into the crowd of students spilling into the hall. he caught sight of you by the vending machines, fishing coins out of your jeans to grab a soda. perfect. he ambled over and “accidentally” bumped into you just as you turned around. your phone slipped from your hand, clattering to the tile floor with a sickening crack.

“shit, my bad,” matt muttered, crouching down to pick it up before you could. the screen was shattered, spiderwebs of glass radiating from one corner. he held it out to you, his expression all apologetic, but inside, he was buzzing. “damn, that looks rough. still work?”

you took it from him, frowning as you pressed the power button. nothing. just a dead, black screen. “great,” you sighed, “there goes my whole life.”

“m' sorry..” he said, scratching the back of his neck. “i’ve got an extra one back at my place, though. new model, still in the box. you can have it if you want—save you the hassle of dealing with the repair shop.” his tone was offhand, like it was no big deal, but his pulse ticked up a notch waiting for your answer.

you hesitated, eyeing him for a second. you’d seen matt around—quiet guy, always tinkering with something in the lab—but you didn’t really know him. still, a free phone was a free phone. “yeah, okay,” you said finally. “that’d be awesome, thanks.”

he flashed a lopsided grin, leading you across campus to his place. he dug through a drawer, pulling out a sleek, unopened phone box. “here,” he said, tossing it to you. “all yours.”

you caught it, tearing into the packaging while he leaned against the desk, watching. what you didn’t know—what you couldn’t know—was that he’d already cracked it open days ago, slipped in a custom firmware with a remote access trojan buried deep in the system. camera, mic, everything—he’d have it all. you powered it on, the screen glowing to life, and started setting it up, oblivious to the way his fingers twitched slightly, itching to get back to his laptop.

“looks good,” you said, pocketing it. “thanks..”

“nah, don’t worry about it,” he replied, shrugging. “just glad it’s not going to waste.”

you left, and he waited a few minutes before locking the door, rushing up to his room and booting up his rig. the monitor flickered on, lines of code scrolling as he connected to the backdoor he’d planted. your camera feed popped up, grainy at first, then sharpening as you walked into your dorm room across campus. he leaned back in his chair, heart pounding a little harder than he’d admit, watching you toss your bag onto the bed and kick off your shoes. nothing special yet, just you being you, but the thrill was in the control. he could see you whenever he wanted again.

later that night, he couldn’t sleep. the room was dark except for the blue glow of his screen, the hum of his pc fan the only sound. he pulled up the feed again. you were in bed, the soft light of a lamp casting shadows across your walls—posters, a cluttered bookshelf, a half-dead plant in the corner. you’d changed into an oversized t-shirt, hair messy, scrolling through the new phone he’d given you. then, the phone started moving in a way that made him sit up straighter, turning up the volume of his headset. matt saw the expression on your face, hearing the small whimpering noises slipping past your lips, and knew what was going on behind the screen.

he'd been waiting for it all night..

matt’s breath hitched. he shouldn’t—he knew that somewhere in the back of his head—but the line was already blurred, and he was too far gone to care. he unzipped his jeans, hand slipping inside as he watched you shift, the shirt riding up slightly to expose the soft skin of your perfect tits. "shit—" matt hissed, his grip tightened, movements slow at first, eyes locked on the screen. your room smelled like lavender, he imagined from what he'd seen trough your camera so far, from that candle you always burned. he pictured the way you’d gasp if you knew, and just as his thoughts wandered to what your reaction would be if you knew what was going on behind the little screen you held in your hand, you moaned, wet sounds of your fingers working on yourseld echoing. he thought about what those moans would sound like if he was the one pulling them out of you, the thought sending a jolt through him.

the feed stuttered slightly as you picked up your pace, fingering yourself, but matt reloaded the page, keeping you in frame, fresh and in perfect quality. his hand moved faster, rougher, the sound of his breathing filling the silence of his room. "fuuuuck, y/n—"he whimpered pathetically, watching you as you bit your lip, breathing heavily as you tried to hold back your moans, and he groaned low in his throat, imagining the heat between your legs, the wetness clinging to his fingers instead of yours, the slickness he couldn’t see but could guess at. "fuck—fuck—fuck..." matt gasped out, body tensing up as cum hit his knuckles, hot and sticky, as he finished, chest heaving, eyes still glued to you lying there, oblivious, reaching your orgasm in synch to him without even knowing.

he wiped his hand on his shirt, leaned back, and smirked at the screen. “so fuckin' sexy..” he muttered to no one, already thinking about tomorrow, and the day after, and the many more days he'd watch you touch yourself, doing it with you.

@loser41ifee GAVE THE IDEA FOR THIS! (i hope i did a good job cause omg this took me way to long to actually start writing.)

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[stfu-gurl]

I hacked my neighbor's wifi (password was 54321) hahah😂😂😂

[clannfearrunt]

hacked the burner 3ds tonight. genuinely was really easy and the part that took the longest was removing the fucking parental controls from this forgotten 3ds and then trying to remember the wifi password (failed). tomorrow I need to find out the wifi password so I can hack my main 3ds

[geminivriskq]

HABKER DRAWING (click for better quality)

Bro thinks he's cool

Hacker when he #hacks (he finds a wifi password)

[that-satireguy]

Hi, I'm not exactly in the safest spot in my country. We can access the internet, but I'm worried that interacting with or consuming anti-government stuff will get me in trouble. What can I do to protect myself?

There are a number of things but the most important thing is to confuse them. Depending on your age/activities its highly unlikely that anyone will be tracking you specifically, or have any interest in you. As long as you don't have like 50 things linking you back to government conspiracies, theres likely no one who will give a shit.

Keep your anti-goverment stuff on a SEPARATE account, with a seperate VPN, under no circumstances do you want those accounts linked in ANY WAY. Preferably you do want a normal account, if you ever get in trouble in real life, they may look through your social media, and having none can be suspicious/raise flags you dont want raised. Again, this won't put you in particular danger because unless there are other problems they won't care to look further, but still, better to be safe then sorry and if you are in a dangerous spot its always better to go under the radar.

Ask around about cheap devices. I would typically avoid phones. Do your stuff on a laptop at home, no public wifi stuff. Depending on your country, I would either go to a local guy, who can usually get you a secure laptop without asking too many questions, or get a branded security one from a second/third hand seller (preferably not on a major website, and definitely don't go for first-hand, because those are really easy to track if need be.)

Generally this device should be different to the rest of your devices, if you can afford such. It should not have any kind of connction to you personally.

The most important thing is to have deniability.

If someone was to go 'hey, thsat so-and-so's computer' you want everyone to go, 'no, so and so doesnt have a computer' or 'so and so doesn't use those kind of devices'.

'Thats so and so's social media' 'No, so-and so's social media is ____'

'So and so did that' 'No it was someone from (country your vpn is set to)'

Again, this will likely no end up being too important, but better safe then sorry.

(Also, something that gets left out, do make it hard. Yes, use passwords, follow typical safety rules, avoid being hacked. Unless you're an actual threat/important, most people, especially members of the goverment won't bother actually doing work to snoop at your stuff.)

[bobombun]

In response to seeing that someone in my apartment building has a wifi/hotspot called "do you listen to girl in red?" I made my hotspot a reference to Bridget from Guilty Gear. When I named it, I was thinking whether I should keep my old password for it or not, and for a moment I thought "what if I made the password "out of the box" lol" before I paused and thought that actually, that's probably the first thing anyone who knows GG would think of trying as a password, and that there must be at least one Axl main out there who got hacked for using that as their password

[sharikbashir]

WiFi Hacking with python

wifi hacking python code:

import subprocess try: profiles = [line.split(":")[1][1:-1] for line in subprocess.check_output(['netsh', 'wlan', 'show', 'profiles']).decode('utf-8', errors="backslashreplace").split('\n') if "All User Profile" in line] print("{:<30}| {:<}".format("Wi-Fi Name", "Password")) print("----------------------------------------------") for profile in profiles: try: password = [line.split(":")[1][1:-1] for line in subprocess.check_output(['netsh', 'wlan', 'show', 'profile', profile, 'key=clear']).decode('utf-8', errors="backslashr eplace").split('\n') if "Key Content" in line][0] print("{:<30}| {:<}".format(profile, password)) except IndexError: print("{:<30}| {:<}".format(profile, "")) except subprocess.CalledProcessError: print("Encoding Error Occurred")

[lolitakirstein]

Hey Neighbor PT 10

WC:1.3k~

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Toji

“So what exactly are you wanting me to do, sir?” the lanky male asks Toji. The computer opened and reflected in his oversized glasses.

“I am curious myself,” Shiu sits with his ankle over his knee, staring at Toji from across the kitchen table. “Your text from last night was quite unexpected”

Toji is seated with his forearms braced on the table, a slight frown on his face and a tiredness in his eyes. Which was to be expected since he hadn’t slept a wink the previous night. His mind spun from thoughts of you and this mysterious guy that had interrupted his owning up everything to you. He battled back and forth with his mind–should he really try to find out who this was or should he allow you to live your life and make your own choices? As the sun peaked over the horizon, he came to the middle ground, sorta. He’d find out who this guy was, but that was it! No background checks, no sending out people to his house, and definitely not wiping him off the planet and out of your life. Just a normal hacking of a phone.

“I need to see messages on y/n phone.” Toji answers.

Shiu’s eyes widen, taken back for a moment. Then, his face turns to one of joy. “Ah, already? The agreement must’ve been–”

“This isn’t about the agreement,” Toji interrupts, brusquely. He turns towards the hacker. “Just tell me you can do it.”

The hacker wrings his hands over his keyboard, clearly nervous in the presence of the infamous Toji Fushiguro. “Uhm, I can put spyware on it? Do you have the phone?”

“No, do it remotely. She uses an Apple phone and computer. I’m sure she has messages coming through her computer on the messaging app.” He demands.

“If we are in the range of her wifi, I can crack through her password, and then the software can gather all her credentials–logins and passwords. Then, we just enter those into the messaging app.” The hacker spoke quickly, clearly excited to show off his abilities.

“Do it,” he orders.

~

A day off work was never really a day off. Being so busy with work and honestly being lazy, the house chores had fallen behind. Though you have been living here for a few months now, the house still screams “Grandmother’s house.” You just hadn’t had the heart or the mental strength to get rid of things. Grief made you hang on to it as much as possible Until the smell of her house was replaced with your soft vanilla and lavender smell. You started in the bedroom, packing away old clothes to take to donation centers and replacing the bed sheets with ones that were more you—A soft purple comforter and an overabundance of pillows.

After folding the new bath towels and placing them in the upstairs hallway closet, you look up at the ceiling and the hatch to the attic ladder. You had been dreading going up there for a few reasons. Spiders, dust, dirt, mold, and the wild idea that someone might be up there living for all you knew. Another reason was what you DID know was up there. Pictures, memories of people you would never see again, and memories of moments you’ll never experience. But, today was the day. It had to be done.

Straightening your shoulder, you pull the string and allow the ladder to unfold to the floor. Surprisingly, no dead bodies tumbled down and no clouds of dust poured. You climbed the stairs, holding your phone as a flashlight. Once at the top, you notice it’s not the crypt you expected. It could be a spare room, the floors barely showed signs of neglect, neat stacks of books in the corner, and enough room to stand. Another string hung from the rafters to a light that still worked.

Getting to work, you pull dusty boxes from the corners, carry them to the floor below, gather the books to sort through and sweep the floor. Once satisfied with your cleaning, you gather your supplies and turn off the light. You switch all the supplies to one hand as you shuffle to the ladder.

The canister of furniture polish slips from your arm and rolls to the side of the attic. You chase after it, using your phone light again in the dark. The light bounced off the can and another glint of metal on the wall you hadn’t noticed.

Upon further inspection, you see a small gap in the wall, metal peaking out behind it. Using your phone light, a two-foot by two-foot section of the wall seems to be cut into the wall. YOu dig your finger into the exposed groove and gift it a sideways push. After getting stuck a few times, the panel recedes into the wall at the right, and the content behind it is revealed.

A silver safe about the size of a mini fridge sits behind the wall, a thin layer of dust coating it. A keypad blinks in the upper corner. You take a chance and attempt to pull the handle, hoping it would open—another part of you hoped it wouldn’t. Scared to see what was in it.

After 3 more tugs of the handle, you give up. It clearly needs a passcode. You try a few—1234, 11111, 2222 —-- before again giving up in case it had a system that locked it completely for an undetermined amount of time.

Finally, you climb back down the ladder, Confused, which seems to be your everyday emotion these days. You might as well have a giant question mark above your head

What the fuck is going on?

Toji

“I was able to hack into her cloud and find her contacts. I reverse-searched the number of the last message she received. It comes back to a Connor J. Falco but it appears he’s gone by a multitude of aliases. Here are some of the text messages I was able to—”

“I’m not going to read her messages, just give me what info you have on the guy,” Toji interrupts, slightly closing the laptop that the hacker had rotated around for him to see.

“Isn’t your concern that she is…involved with this man? Romantically?” Shiu chimes in from the living room where he is sitting on the floor with Megumi, playing with action figures. “ I believe I’d want to know what they were discussing, hmmm?”

“That’s—her business,” Toji replies, knowing how ridiculous it sounds.

“Doesn’t hacking into her phone inadvertently—”

“Just give me info on the guy,” Toji says to the hacker. He knows it doesn’t make sense. He tries to ease the guilt of spying by telling himself it’s only half spying. And it’s not spying on you, you were just the obstacle to get to the real prey. He wouldn’t read any of your messages or look through your photos and social media. That’s where he drew the line—the very thin one.

“Connor J Falco is an independent contractor, though I can’t find anything about what exactly he is contracted to do. Small online presence, just moved to town from overseas. No criminal records, no past traffic infractions.”

“See? An upstanding citizen.” Shiu laughs. “Completely harmless.”

“However,” the hacker clears his throat. “That’s just for Connor.”

“What do you mean?” Shiu stands behind the laptop.

“His other alias,” Toji answers. He knew this was what would happen. Whatever persona this guy was showing y/n was no doubt clean. It was his other personas that worried him.

“Correct. And Dmitri Sokolov?” The hacker nods and turns the laptop around for Toji to see. “He has quite a disturbing criminal history.”

Toji slides the laptop closer, clicking through the pages of court records and mugshots both international and domestic. From white-collar to violent crimes. His heart hammers in his chest. These weren’t petty crimes, this guy has experience.

“Shit.”

[cursed-40k-thoughts]

Adeptus Mechanicus civil war based on the operating system techpriests should use. One side defends Windows. The other defends Linux. MacOS users are thrown into a pit of magma for heresy.

A small but elusive band of Hereteks that have branched off from the Church of Linux are swiftly becoming more prominent in the clashes. Known as Scions of the Raspberry, they keep hacking the combat servitors and stealing all of the wifi passwords.

[appalachianapologies]

[random drabble to get you through the day]

“I was able to hack her stuff pretty easily.”

“That didn’t take long.” 

Riley sends Mac a look. “I’m sorry, have we met? Riley Davis, hacker extraordinaire.”

Rolling his eyes, Mac replies, “You know what I mean. What’d you find?”

“The usual. For a double or triple or quadruple—or whatever type of agent she is—Nikki doesn’t encrypt her files as much as she should. I’ve already sent the juicy stuff to Patty.”

“Nice.” Giving a nod, Mac pulls a spare wheeled chair toward Riley’s desk and sits down. “What’re you doing now, then?”

“Oh, just having some fun.”

“Should I ask?”

“Probably not, but I’ll tell you anyway.”

With a poorly contained smile, Mac says, “Go for it.”

“After getting the goods out of her laptop, I hacked into her phone. Weakest wifi password in the history of ever, by the way.”

“Noted.”

“And she’s been listening to Spotify for the past three or so hours, so if I were to guess, she’s probably doing some other task while listening to music in the background.”

Mac gives another nod, still not exactly sure where this is going.

“So, like I said, I decided to have a little fun, and I wrote up some quick code this morning before you and Jack got here.”

“Code for what?”

“Basically,” Riley starts, “I made it so randomly in the middle of her songs, Spotify will pause itself.”

“Is that… it?”

“Yep.”

“Riley, what the fuck?”

Turning her head away from the monitor, she looks at Mac. “What, I can’t have some fun? When I wasn’t doing hacktivist stuff, this is basically all I’d do.”

A stuttered laugh escapes Mac before he can stop it. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen this side of you.”

“She’s been dormant for a while,” Riley confirms, “but I think it’s time I bring that part of me back.”

[steveinscarlet]

Freaking out because a random phone connected to YouTube on my tv

The only way I can think that happened is if they were on my WiFi? I changed the password, but I'm not sure that will help as they must have hacked it - none of my neighbours have ever been in my house to get the password off the router label - and I guess could just do the same again?

I don't think it was malicious, it just played 2 seconds of a motorbike video then disconnected. But ugh, so creepy 😕

[scary-movies-on-netflix]

RED ROOMS (2023)

This is a Canadian horror movie placed in the most terrifying of Canada’s cities: Montreal!

Reminder: my reviews contain spoilers.

Kelly-Anne is a French-Canadian model who dabbles in bitcoin, gambles over the internet, and also hacks!  Oh, she also has a nice apartment high up in a fancy building.  She attends the first day of the trial of one Ludovic Chevalier, who has been accused of murdering three girls and filming their deaths for sale on the “dark web.”  Each day, after the trial, Kelly-Anne does her thing, to include exercising along to YouTube videos.  She meets Clementine, who is also attending the trial and thinks that Chevalier is quite innocent and is being railroaded by the Canadian justice system.

The mother of one of the dead girls notices Kelly-Anne and Clementine and complains about them to the media, calling them “groupies.”  We watch as Kelly-Anne proceeds to locate the woman’s house, figure out her email, locate her leaked password on the dark web, and discover her wifi password.  Notably, there is no video showing the death of this woman’s daughter, Camille.  Anyway, Kelly-Anne discovers that Clementine, the Chevalier groupie, is poor and sleeping on the street, so she invites the young woman to just stay with her.  They watch a TV program where people are discussing the murder trial, and Clementine calls in and rants about Chevalier’s innocence.  The show’s host denigrates her and cut her off, and Clementine sobs.  They sort of become friends, to the extent that Kelly-Anne can have a friend.  She seems emotionally stunted, honestly.

Back to the trial: we come to the day where they are going to show the snuff videos.  The court is cleared.  Clementine is incensed, and she tries to watch the videos through a crack in the door.  Kelly-Anne indicates that she’s seen the videos, and Clementine demands to see them.  They return to Kelly-Anne’s apartment.  Kelly-Anne reveals a locked USB drive on her keychain, plugs it in, and shows Clementine the first video.  We don’t see the video ourselves, only the red glow of the screen on the women’s faces, but we hear screaming and the sound of tools.  At the video’s end, Clementine is basically in tears, but Kelly-Anne starts the next video.  They head out, because they’ve been sleeping outside the courthouse to secure their places in the courtroom, and Clementine tells Kelly-Anne that she’s going back home.  Kelly-Anne is aloof, and a bit mean, about it.  Clementine asks her, “Why are you here?”  Kelly-Anne doesn’t answer, and Clementine leaves.

The trial continues.  Kelly-Anne apparently gets in contact with unknown parties selling the snuff video of Camille.  She hesitates before proceeding.  At the courthouse, she seems to now be attracting the attention of the prosecutors and court staff.  Someone from her model agency tells Kelly-Anne that she is becoming a brand risk.  For the next day’s trial, Kelly-Anne puts on a blonde wig.  She enters the courtroom and inserts blue contact lenses and braces, like the dead Camille, and then she removes her coat to reveal the same school outfit that the girl was wearing when she disappeared!  Everyone is appalled.  In all honesty, I am appalled.  Kelly-Anne is tossed out of the courtroom, but Chevalier, the accused killer, finally looks at her and waves.  The music rises to an angelic crescendo, and we hear a scream. 

Kelly-Anne’s model agency cuts ties with her.  She follows through with her plan to buy the Camille snuff video, and the unknown parties demand that she take a selfie for “verification.”  She then goes to an old style phone booth to receive a call phone for her code for the upcoming snuff video auction.  As she returns home she is spooked, as a van is waiting outside her building, and then men outside stare up at her apartment.  The dark web snuff video auction commences.  It’s in bitcoin.  Kelly-Anne has 18 bitcoin, so to earn more she does some high-stakes gambling and ends up with about 22 bitcoin.  She wins the auction with 21.5 bitcoin.  It’s an interesting scene, actually tense; she earlier told Clementine that she plays online poker dispassionately, but she definitely becomes emotional over this game.

Kelly-Anne receives the video, and we watch her face turn red in the video light.  Afterwards, she puts on her blonde wig and hacks her way out of her building (so she doesn’t appear on any security cams).  It’s late at night.  She goes to Camille’s mom’s house and hacks her way inside.  She sits on Camille’s bed and takes a smiling selfie.  She then enters the parents’ bedroom and places a USB drive on the nightstand.  Presumably, it has the Camille snuff video.  She leaves and we look out through the window as she disappears into the darkness.

For an epilogue, Kelly-Anne’s computer screens go dark and we watch some news coverage.  The Camille video provided definitive evidence against Chevalier, who pled guilty.  We then see a bit of an interview with Clementine.  She regrets her earlier infatuation with Chevalier and now feels for the victims.  Fin.

This was good.  There’s a definite “8mm” (1999) vibe, a movie where (spoiler alert) Nicolas Cage is a detective trying to locate the victim of a snuff film.  Kelly-Anne is essentially the same, except fancier because she uses the internet, and this movie doesn’t end in a big shootout.  We never learn her motivations; she’s a cypher who doesn’t speak a lot and doesn’t appear to have any friends or family.  Is she a good person?  I tend to think not.  She left a video of a child’s snuff video on her parents’ nightstand.  She’s either a monster or doesn’t understand human emotions at all.  Beyond that, the filmmaking was solid.  Most scenes are nicely composed, and there are some really strong images.  I must also comment on the sound design and music as well.  I want to say that these elements remind me of “The Zone of Interest” (2023), but that movie only came out a few months before this one, so I doubt that there’s any direct influence.  Still, sound is an integral part of this movie.  The music is jarring and atonal.  We hear the death videos of the girls.  The wind howls outside Kelly-Anne's high-rise apartment.