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Jacob Tremblay and Brie Larson in "Room" from EPK.tv

“This is the story you get!”

Knowing what kind of film I was heading off to see tonight, I was preparing a ton of quippy, sarcastic things to say about soppy-arse drama films that are there to do nothing but make you feel bad for having a half decent life. But the fact is, I walked out of Room completely shell shocked. I had no idea what I was letting myself in for as I sat down to watch what turned out to be a genuinely heart warming little flick.

Jack is five and all of his life, he’s lived in confinement. Locked away in a room with no one but his mother, a TV and his imagination for company; he has never seen the outside world and believes that the world begins and ends within those four walls. His mother, Joy, has done her best to raise him and teach him about the world, but with a skylight and a crappy television as her teaching resources, she can only do so much.

When Jack and his mother hatch a plan to escape the confines of the room, freedom proves to be almost as trying on the pair as imprisonment was. Jack must learn about the world he has only seen on a screen or heard about in stories; whilst Joy needs to not only learn how to be a mother in the real world, but needs to unlearn everything she has had to teach herself about life in that room. With no way either of them can get through the troubles ahead on their own, they have to rely on each other more now than they ever did before.

I honestly don’t know where to begin. Room is a masterpiece. The star of the show, without a shadow of a doubt, is nine year old Jacob Tremblay. His portrayal of Jack will make you want to climb into the screen, grab this kid and never let him go. Every single moment he is on the screen is just perfect. The amazing way that he makes your stomach knot up every time he asks what would normally be a simple question is incredible. With him and his mother getting under each others feet in that little room, tension between the two regularly boils over and his raw emotion on screen is more than just heart breaking, it’s actually quite upsetting.

A close, close second is Brie Larson as Joy. Whether in the room or out of it, the pain and anguish on her face the entire movie just made me want to cry! Free from their imprisonment or not, her struggle is our struggle and even when she’s free, we all feel the room following her and her son. She evokes those feelings that we all have of wanting to protect our kids and has you gripping the arm of the chair, or holding your face in fear, hoping and praying that everything will be all right as this wretched nightmare plays out in front of your eyes. The cast is tightly wrapped up with Joan Allen and William H. Macy as Joy’s parents; who, having not seen their daughter for so long, are suffering almost as much as the stars of this gut-wrenching film.

Room is a perfectly balanced film; really dark and depressing where it needs to be, but with enough beams of light to tip the scales back to a point where you can enjoy what you’re watching. Let’s be clear, the imagery of the first half of this film is bleak. Very bleak. The heartbreaking moments that hammer home the plight that Joy and Jack are suffering through leave a tight knot in your stomach; partly down to the horror of the situation these people are in and partly because you’re imagining yourself in that position and genuinely terrified at the thought of living that way.

But, like I said, the film is perfectly balanced. While mother and son struggle in the outside world, when the good moments hit you, it’s with a sledgehammer. You’ll buckle under the weight of all the goodness coming from the screen and Jack’s innocence and lack of understanding of what is happening makes you want to wrap the poor bastard in cotton wool forever as you drown in your own tears.

Room is beautifully directed by Lenny Abrahamson and has two of the most powerful, heartfelt performances you’ll ever see at its centre. To recommend it is to warn you that you will need tissues and a rock solid method of getting your composure back in that short walk out of the screen. It’s a stunning film that will leave you mentally beaten by its end. Only the very coldest and soulless people will leave the cinema having not lost half a pint in tears.

On Netflix, indecision, and about five minutes of Face/Off.

You know when you have severely limited time for sitting on your arse watching tv, to the point where you actually kind of forget how to do it? And then when you’re suddenly faced with a free evening on your own, with full access to the remote control, you just panic?

I hate Netflix. I mean, I love it. It’s an incredible achievement. Tell 12 year old me, with her cherished collection of taped off the tv double bills (Dirty Dancing & Uncle Buck, anyone?) that one day she’d be able to watch films on demand. WITHOUT ADVERTS! She’d promptly give up school and commit to an education via the Police Academy franchise.

But it’s hard work, all those films. It’s not like flicking around the tv channels of an evening and landing on ITV2 showing Mission: Impossible III again, and you might as well leave it on as it’s the blowing up the Lamborghini scene soon. This is a billion different films all vying for your attention and you have to pick one. And then watch it without all the while thinking ‘oh, I wish I’d scrolled a little further & found something better.’

The arbitrary categories don’t help. Sports Movies, for example, aren’t guaranteed to all be as heart wrenching as Jerry Maguire. Annoyingly, some of them will just be about sport. I don’t want to be pigeon holed into watching a Romantic Movie (a section which may just as well be renamed ‘J-Lo filmography’) and I can’t watch a Foreign Movie because it’s Friday night and my attention span is small, and how am I supposed to tweet and read subtitles? Also: is the entire Netflix catalogue on these scrolling categories? Or are there extra secret films for people who know what they want to watch, and remember the names of stuff?

I default to Action & Adventure Movies because, well, Die Hard. And I remember Face/Off being good, John Woo and all that. However my thought process throughout goes something like ‘there’s Joan Allen – she was in Pleasantville – with Jeff Daniels – King of Newsroom – I wish there were new Newsroom episodes to watch immediately!’ And then someone on twitter tells me I’d really like teen drama Gilmore Girls, so I have to pause the film and see if it’s on Netflix (it’s not, for shame!) and then I get an email about a hen do I’ve been invited to, which contains a 13 part questionnaire, so then there’s that to deride on all available social networks. And so it goes, to the point where, an hour in, all I’ve really got is Nic Cage’s hilariously manic laughter and a vaguely recurring theme of peaches.

Two hours later I’ve made weekend shopping plans with my mum, had an in depth discussion about nursery rhymes on twitter, and smirked at Nic Cage’s naked arse. There are two fundamental flaws to this movie, one being that they left Sean Archer’s removed face just flopped out on the side, instead of putting it under police protection or at least locking it in a fridge somewhere. The other is that Sean and his wife didn’t have some secret code word for just these situations. Adopting a code phrase to be used in the event of duress is the second rule of marriage, for crying out loud! The first is preparing a Zombie Apocalypse contingency, and the third is not arguing about the washing up.

I could have watched seven episodes of Parks & Recreation in that time. I could’ve made my own personal best of Jim & Pam tribute. I could’ve learnt Latin via the last episode of season two of West Wing. Besides which, as if that distraught family (not a patch on the Bauer clan, by the way) would just adopt Castor Troy’s kid as a replacement for their own dead son. C’mon! Film is slowly losing me to tv, one Over The Rainbow montage at a time.

Suggestions for you to watch now…Braveheart. Oh do fuck off, Netflix.