The emotional impact of Room is a matter of perspective
On Sunday, February 28, the Academy will honor the previous year in cinema with a slew of awards, waiting until the end of the night to bestow Best Picture on one of eight nominees. Leading up to the ceremony, we’re posting a piece a day on each of these major Oscar contenders.
Discussions of Lenny Abrahamson’s Room rightly tend to focus on its emotional impact. It’s the kind of film that inspires a good, cleansing cry, leaving viewers both drained and uplifted walking out of the theater (and dialing up Mom before they reach the parking garage). In some ways—and this is not a value judgement—it’s the opposite of Mad Max: Fury Road; an intimate, unassuming movie emphasizing performance over spectacle. But at the same time, it’s a filmmaking trick that gives the film its profound empathy.
On paper, Room is unbelievably bleak. A teenage girl is kidnapped and kept in confinement for seven years, where she is raped repeatedly and forced to bear a child. She and her son are only able to escape by pretending the child is dead, and their freedom is only the beginning of their struggle. Author (and eventual screenwriter) Emma Donoghue has said that she based the story partially on the case of Joseph Fritzl, an Austrian man who held his own daughter—and her seven children—captive under similar circumstances for 24 years. Some of the details are the same: Fritzl, like the kidnapper in Room, kept his daughter in a tiny room accessible via a security code that only he knew. And his crime was exposed when Elisabeth Fritzl convinced her father to take one of their children to the hospital; unbeknownst to him, the girl had an SOS note in her pocket, a tactic that Brie Larson’s Ma tries in the film.
Room also takes place in Ohio, a fact that remains unstated in the script but is clearly revealed in a shot of a license plate toward the end of the film. That’s a subtle nod to another famous kidnapping case, where former bus driver Ariel Castro kept three young women captive in his home in suburban Cleveland, Ohio for more than a decade. This type of crime has happened a handful of times since the ’70s, with different combinations of people and circumstances. But one sad near-constant is the presence of children, born of rape and kept in captivity with their mothers.