Ensconced in my favoured aisle seat in NFT1 at the BFI, the lights came up at the end of Room and, as I attempted to look manly as I wiped the tears from my eyes, I felt shattered. Last year Son of Saul had left me feeling like I’d taken a good kicking, with Room, it felt like every emotional sinew had been wound taut and then played by Rodrigo y Gabriela for two hours. Room is a remarkable achievement.
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