My thoughts on the film Room (in no particular order)
My house has never seemed bigger.
Brie Larson is amazing. I also adored her character in Trainwreck (which is a much easier movie to watch, FYI.)
Little Jacob Tremblay also is breathtaking. How he wasn’t nominated for an Oscar is beyond me.
Despite my voracious curiosity about this film, it was probably the worst possible choice for me, an anxious mother who has a child almost exactly the same age as the kid in the film. Way to think it out, Suzanne.
I had one nightmare after I watched it and woke up “seeing” bad guys in my room (of course on a night Marc was out of town), which was really delightful.
I couldn’t stop thinking about Room the day after, calculating all the ways I would have tried to escape, marveling over how people like the film’s villain really do exist in the world, and realizing that I will probably always be suspicious of garden sheds.
Three days later, and I still can’t stop thinking about it. I need to find my empathy “off-switch” and quit trying to put myself in “Ma’s” shoes. (Can you even imagine, though?)
I admire how the story was told from little Jack’s perspective; there was such beauty in his imagination. But it’s a double-edged sword. In one way, it kept the movie from being super grisly and (even more) disturbing, but also, seeing it through a child’s eyes made it all the more painful.
There are few things more powerful or all-consuming than a mother’s love.
I am only watching romantic comedies for the rest of my life.