It's called mind over matter. If we don't mind, it doesn't matter.
"Are stories true?"
"The mermaid mother and Hansel and Gretel and all them."
"Well," says Ma, "not literally."
"They're magic, they're not about real people walking around today."
"So they're fake?"
"No, no. Stories are a different kind of true."
When I was a little kid I thought like a little kid, but now I'm five I know everything.
Soon I must vote for Oscars and BAFTAs, so I've been having marathon screening sessions. Top of my list so far is ROOM, which is brilliant in every way. The boy actor, Jacob Tremblay, is astounding. But most of all, it's a film that never stoops to the rigged mini-plots so often used to generate viewer excitement: it goes its own way, always surprising, always utterly believable. The writer of both the novel and the screenplay, Emma Donoghue, has produced a perfect work. People seem surprised that a first-time screenwriter can be so good, but the truth is screenwriting's not hard, it's having something strong and real and true to write about that's hard. Emma Donoghue is original and wise: that's rare.