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Room review - when a house is not a home | reviews, news & interviews

Room review - when a house is not a home

Room review - when a house is not a home

Oscar hopeful about a confined space is vastly affecting

Our little world: Jacob Tremblay and Brie Larson in 'Room'

A copy of Lewis Carroll can be glimpsed amongst the otherwise grim, begrimed array of possessions made visible at the start of the extraordinary Room, and small wonder: Lenny Abrahamson's rightly lauded film is about two people who have fallen down a metaphorical rabbit hole – a mother and son whose shared bond sees them through conditions that neither individual would likely have survived on their own.

And with Golden Globe winner Brie Larson as the fiercely devoted Ma and the scarcely less astonishing youngster Jacob Tremblay as her adored and adoring son, Jack, Room tells a fight-and-flight story that begins with a forced captivity only to suggest by the end that life in its own sorrowful way makes captives of us all. Freedom, hard-won though it very much is by the determined, ever-resourceful Ma and her very smart son, remains a relative term right up until the final credits. 

Room has been a celluloid Cinderella story, gaining critical momentum on the festival circuit throughout the autumn and positioning the 26-year-old Larson as an Oscar frontrunner, not to mention another amazingly able American film actress whom the press can dote upon once they have had their fill of Jennifer Lawrence, who for the past several years has seemed to hold the corner on 20-something phenomena. Driving what for much of a tense, taut two hours is a two-hander that requires uncommon reserves of empathy and commitment, Larson (pictured above) makes palpable the lengths to which a mother will go on behalf of her child – alongside the degree to which that same mother herself retreats into childhood once she is reintroduced to the sharp glare of a world that she can only with difficulty call home. (Danny Cohen's lacerating camerawork is alive with ambivalence at every turn.) 

Irish-born Canadian writer Emma Donoghue's 2010 novel of the same name was a finalist for the Man Booker Prize, and the novelist (unusually in such scenarios) stayed on to adapt her book for the screen. The result inevitably shifts the interiority that fuels the novel – the sense of being inside the head of a boy just turned five for whom words like Room and Wardrobe and Toilet and Sink acquire the imaginative power of friends and allies. So when Old Nick (Sean Bridgers), Ma's serial rapist and their captor, cuts the power and Ma decides that she and Jack have suffered an indignity too far, both parent and child devote themselves to seeking a new reality. So it is that Abrahamson lands one of many piercing moments when Jack catches his first glimpse of sky.

Everything about the pair's habitation underground is cunningly conveyed – Old Nick's periodic appearances, for instance, signaled by a man in his underwear, as if to indicate the only part of his anatomy that counts. And as Ma hatches a risky plan for escape that could easily go south, the film ratchets up the tension to such a level that it is moderately surprising to realise the story has some way still to go.

What about life back in the open air, with the media in thrall to Ma and Jack's tale? That proves its own distinctly mixed blessing, as the film riffs on the differences between a house and a home, real and pretend, what is actual and what's imagined. Thrown back on to her own family so as to adjust, for a while anyway, the defining relationship of her life with Jack, Ma must suddenly come to some kind of reckoning with her absence of seven years, and Joan Allen and William H Macy (pictured with Larson, below) bring polish to their scenes as family members who don't always treat Ma with the same intuitive grace with which their daughter, in turn, blessed Jack. It's only a shame that the ever-wonderful Allen doesn't get the big scene that one keeps anticipating. 

Jack, against the odds, even speaks of missing Room, which he characterises as having gone "every direction all the way to the end" – a phrase that could itself describe a movie whose psychological subtleties surprise throughout. Sure, Room could do without the swelling music that accompanies the climax, an aural cue that seems to belong to a less classy enterprise. But in pretty much every other way, the film delivers in ways that find key moments coming vividly to mind some months after my first experience of it. No praise is too high for the amazing Tremblay, playing a kid who calls his hair Strong like some sort of mini-Samson: the performance, far from betraying any evidence of the cutes, is wise beyond it and the actor's years. And the peerless Larson charts every shift in perspective of a child-woman forced to mature in unthinkable ways before her time, and for whom existence would have been a living death were it not for the boy she finally releases into that larger and none-too-easy room that we call the world. 

Overleaf: watch the trailer for Room

 

 

 

Brie Larson charts every shift in perspective of a child-woman forced to mature in unthinkable ways before her time

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