We watched this beautiful movie last night, Room. Its story is something terrible that you hear about all too often: woman kidnapped, locked in basement or shed of sorts, assumed dead for years, repeatedly raped by her captor, bears his child in captivity. It sounds awful AND IT IS. But Room is told from the perspective of the little boy, and focuses on the heartbreakingly innocent way in which his views his tiny world. When he is born, his mother refocuses her life on survival and the raising of her son, protecting him. They develop a tiny world that contains just the two of them, and they Live. For me it’s a perfect example of how a movie can be about something ultimately awful and difficult, but it can also LIFT US UP AND OUT.