the movie room is so good when you get to the end you could watch it again. i did.

 the boy, jacob tremblay, is a mature actor of 7. emotionally centered and sophisticated, like the girl in ponette, and the girl in spirit of the beehive. it's a thrill to see great performances by dogs and children. the dog in room, shamus, ha, he wasn't a trained actor, but he did exactly what was wanted and needed. he made you cry.

and the room of room is like a character too. created like a dream that gets returned to over and over again until it becomes more familiar than the one you wake in. it's almost sad to leave it for the world.

now i wonder about the book. i tried it though, and didn't get into the room of it. i think it was a template for room, which had to be made real, and inhabited. then it could live. 

 and brie larson, ma, is everything to jack; his mother, and the mother of room. the essential ma.

 afterward i thought of other rooms, and rooms within rooms. i thought of the wardrobe jack slept in, and the closet my mom hid in from grampa, and the room i live in, with more light, the room i choose, but live in like a prisoner sometimes. i remember in my childhood bedroom, i made a room behind my headboard. i remember the dust motes, the blanket silence there.
what is choice i wonder, and i think the movie room wonders too.
 

 my room has good light. i can see the moon and the sun in the sky. but it's a room contained as well, a place apart from the world. 
 

 nobody's ever really been in my room. i bring these pictures back and look at them in my room, and send some out again in different form. i think of them going from room to world and wonder how they live, in different rooms.
 

 there are so many places you can go, it tends to overwhelm us, and we just want to return to our room.

 

 well, i'll think about this more later i expect, back in my room, but now i think i'll watch another movie.