Hurts so good

'Room' is beautiful, brutal

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Matt Cortina | Boulder Weekly

In the lead up to its release, I can only imagine how many times director Lenny Abrahamson had to clarify, “No, you’re thinking of THE Room” when separating his project from the oft-spoofed “worst movie ever.” Now that it’s out, however, writer Emma Donoghue’s quiet emotional wrecking ball is heretofore the official owner of the title Room. Anyone who hears that word and thinks of the Tommy Wiseau garbage-palooza is cinematically negligent, as Abrahamson and Donoghue have combined for one of the most sophisticated explorations of emotional trauma and the weight of motherhood.

For some reason, the trailers all spoiled what could have been a shocking twist. For that reason, I’m going to spoil it too. I refuse to be the first douche to ruin something, but if other douches have ruined it, I will sometimes play in said ruin. Joy (Brie Larson) and her 5-year-old son, Jack (Jacob Tremblay), are prisoners kept in a shed by “Old Nick” (Sean Bridgers). Joy was abducted seven years prior to the film’s opening and is subjected to routine rapes, one of which produced her son. When Old Nick cops to having been unemployed for some time, Joy gets nervous. When he punishes her for an outburst by cutting off power to the one-room shed during a brutally cold winter’s night, she knows she can no longer protect her child.

This leads Joy, known onscreen almost only as “Ma,” to take a huge risk with her son’s life. I will say, despite knowing the outcome from advertisements, the escape is no less harrowing or traumatic to watch. If the first half of the film is a mother trying to provide “normal” for a son trapped in a one-room world by a psychopath, the second half is a son trying to save a mother no longer equipped for the real world. Both halves are fraught with as much emotional consternation as any piece of entertainment, with Jack and Ma taking turns one-upping each other for the “statement most capable of producing immediate tears.”

I’ve been a fan of Larson’s for a while now, as her work in the criminally underseen Short Term 12 was every bit as masterful and revelatory as her performance here. So while I wasn’t surprised to find her depth here, it was still jaw-dropping to watch her explore the darkened corners of a powerful woman who thinks herself weak. Tremblay is equally spectacular, infusing his young character with seasoned weight. But any time a young actor delivers a performance that good, it’s more a reflection on the patience and instruction of the director. This is why Abrahamson deserved Alejandro Gonzalez Inarritu’s nomination for Best Director… although that would have only made Oscar whiter, so never mind…

The point is that everything in this controlled, terse, gut-wrenching movie is handled with such nuance and sophistication, from Donoghue’s script to William H. Macy and Joan Allen in small, pivotal roles. Room is a “one and done” film for me for all the right reasons. Too heartbreakingly dense for repeat viewings, it leaves its scar, beautiful enough to last, after just the once.

Room, starring Brie Larson and Jacob Tremblay, director Lenny Abrahamson – 4 stars

This review previously appeared in The Reader of Omaha, Nebraska.