Wednesday, 30 December 2015

Movie Review - Room

*no spoilers ahead*

Room is that rare breed of movies that is way more than the sum of its parts, that it is hard to comprehend why or how it manages to be as deeply moving as it is.

It follows the lives of Jack (Jacob Tremblay), a five year old boy, and his mother Ma (Brie Larson). Ma a.k.a. Joy was kidnapped by Old Nick (Sean Bridgers) when she was 17 and has spent all of the last seven years in the 'room', a little garden shed. Five of those seven have been spent raising Jack, to whom the 'room' has been the entire world. The movie shows us their life in the room, escape from it and their life afterwards.

Despite the grim circumstances the movie is anything but gloomy. For the most part, the boy's life in the room is joyful. And it is portrayed in a heartwarming way, with the cameras doing great jobs of elevating the room to the boy's whole world, or reducing it to the tiny garden shed that it really is.

Both characters are brought to life by excellent performances by the actors, especially Brie Larson. Ma is a real human with complex emotions. Often she has two sets of thoughts and feelings - ones she wants to let on to her son, and her true ones she tries to hide. She does so with different degrees of convincingness. And Brie Larson has to get it just right, else Jack's belief or disbelief will not ring right. Or at least not as well as it does. That's just one aspect of how good their performances were.

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I'm reminded of my review of The Imitation Game. There's a scene in which one can easily get the impression that Benedict Cumberbatch is acting really well, except I thought it lacked a layer that would've made the scene actually challenging - instead of just giving off that impression.
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The screenplay is solid and should keep the plothole nazis fairly happy. It is also really smart in its portrayal of a child who's grown up with his own set of beliefs about the universe. Beliefs that get taken apart, slowly at first and then all together. I don't mean smart by being a self indulgent philosophy exercise, but by being emotional and believable. Not to forget the thrill and suspense of the escape from the room.

But all that's been said are in retrospect - it wasn't the usual wannabe connoisseur in me making mental notes of how good a particular line, scene or piece of acting was that was enjoying the movie. The movie, as I said, rises above and beyond that.

There's nothing in the movie I can think of that explains the effect it has on its viewers. There wasn't enough thrill and suspense to explain the racing of the heart. Not enough pain, suffering, sadness (or subsequent joy) to explain the tears. No otherworldly lines. And I've seen good acting before; good screenplays. It's not them either - I intend that to say a lot about the impact the movie had on me, not the other way around. The soundtrack wasn't memorable. Nor was the movie personally relatable.

At the risk of downplaying the cast and crew, the romantic in me wants to believe that this movie's success isn't just the result of screenplay tricks and techniques. That something truly magical happened to make me lose myself in the room, make me pray for the boy's escape from it as if it was real life, and shed happy tears when Ma hugs Jack. Something that cannot have been foreseen by its creators (at least, not before the shooting began), making the movie that much more unique and harder to recreate.

To wind up and to add a bit of substance to this melodrama of a review, the pacing was good throughout. And the second half, although good, doesn't come close to the first (Oh well!)

To summarize, backed by excellent performances, script and cinematography, Room is a heartwarming drama that will leave the audience with a lasting impact and, if you let it like I did, can make you cry. Easily one of the best movies of 2015, if not the best.

Rating: 9.5/10


To clarify, I do not look down upon 'screenplay tricks and techniques'. I cannot, I'm a Tarantino fan. And to me it's never about the plot - just the screenplay and execution.

If you like Room, you'll probably like Gone Girl, Whiplash, It Follows, Me and Earl and the Dying Girl(?) and vice versa. They have similarly strong impact, though with them you can easily see why.

I should quote this opening line of a review I saw on rotten tomatoes before watching the movie: "Watching Room is essentially the act of barely breathing and nearly crying for two hours."

Sunday, 4 January 2015

Self-indulgence

Oh, I want to learn such simple things
No politics, no history
Till what I want and what I need
Can finally be the same
                            - Conor Oberst

I woke up today wondering if my last words in the dream I'd just been shaken out of ('Oh my God!' if you're interested) had stayed completely inside my head or if I'd actually said them out loud. That's probably misleading, so just to clarify, last words not in the sense of dying or anything. It was an eerie dream, won't call it a nightmare, inspired by Gone Girl, the movie. I don't feel confident about getting into its details in a riveting fashion, so whatever. What's probably interesting though, is that the dream was mostly in Hindi-esque gibberish and the exclaim in English, neither of which is my mother tongue - says quite a bit about my life in the last five years or so.

Now, if I was you, I'd call bullshit. This does sound like something someone might makeup for the sake of an interesting read ('Today it seems'). But I'm not (you or making it up). And the words were so loud in my head, that I actually did wonder, before being fairly convinced that they stayed in my head. It would be impossible to walk you through how I was convinced 'cause for one, it was a series of feelings - not thoughts. And for another, I don't quite remember them anymore.

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Speaking of my life in the last five years, have you ever noticed your contempt towards certain kinds of behaviour you've grown out of yourself. 'Fucking n00b' you think. Or 'amateur', or 'immature', etc. depending on the kind of person you are now. It's understandable towards people who're being twelve - even if they are twelve. But twenty years old you wasn't too bad. That person could've, without too much of a stretch, passed for a real adult behaviourally. The world's full of bat-shit crazy m'fuckers, after all. But those in phases you grew out of are discriminated against in your head, aren't they? Makes you wonder what the odds are of future you being kind towards present you. Of course, that number twenty is not quite the same for us all, but you get the idea.

If you don't get what I'm talking about, revisit your past, maybe. Diary entries, facebook posts, anything else you may have written up a few years ago. Try to remember things that used to make you feel good about yourself. Things that frustrated you. And the good one - how you planned to deal with them. The bullshit logic and rationalization.
 
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I understand that not all of you will share this contempt I'm writing of. Speaking of, isn't it rather amazing that we can empathize with one another's feelings, though we can never be sure that feelings feel the same to different people. I'll try not to take this down the 'How do you explain the colour red in words?' drain - an exercise, I'm sure, generations and generations of wannabe deep thinkers, myself included, have indulged in and felt good about. But in some cases, it's more than just a philosophical exercise. With colours, I think it's fair to assume that most people experience them the same way. But with emotions... Not vague ones to begin with like 'like', but something seemingly solid like love. Emotions that people react to in different ways, that people go through in different degrees. You wonder if the difference is only in the degree.

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Time for a confession. This post has kind of been written just for the sake of writing something. I've been meaning to write for a while now, but was finding it hard to start. The movie review was a forced start. Since then, I've made a list of forms, themes and overall moods I'm interested in employing. If it's unclear what I mean by overall mood, the list currently comprises absurd, lighthearted and serious. I really wanted to do a short story today, but couldn't come up with a plot. And it wasn't like I tried hard and failed. It felt weird to even start thinking of a plot. So, just to break my block, decided to put you through an essay on something that happened to me today and things that I've thought about recently - hence the title. And I don't think I've done too bad a job of it. To those who disagree (and that includes you, future me), in the words of Hugh Jackman, as I'm sure many others', "Fuck you".

But a lighthearted and slightly absurd boy-meets-girl short story is not far away. And to those who liked this one - similar stuff will follow, in hopefully a much better thought out and organized manner.

You hear me talkin' hillbilly boy? I ain't through with you by a damn sight. I'mma get
pseudo-intellectual on yo ass.

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P.S.: Just to round this up, Gone Girl is a really good watch. In the course of writing this, I resisted a bad pun involving warm feelings and degrees. And I may have inadvertently lied in the beginning.

"Do you know what time it is? It's tomorrow."
- A black, female hotel receptionist to Gabriel Eglesias (with a 'I')