It Turns Up The Heat

I Think Ultimately The Film 'room' Is A Kind Of Hymn To Motherhood And To The Everyday Heroism Of Parents Who Find Their Smiles In Terrible Times.

What Writing Room Taught Me Was That I Know Exactly How To Be The Perfect Mother, But I'm Not Willing To Do It For More Than Ten Minutes At A Time.

It's All Real In Outside, Everything There Is, Because I Saw An Airplane In The Blue Between The Clouds. Ma And Me Can't Go There Because We Don't Know The Secret Code, But It's Real All The Same. Before I Didn't Know To Be Mad That We Can't Open Door, My Head Was Too Small To Have Outside In It.

There May Be Certain Genres That Men Dominate, But Fiction Not So Much. The Question Of Prizes Is Tricky Because There Are So Many Prizes.

When I Was Four I Thought Everything In Tv Was Just Tv, Then I Was Five And Ma Unlied About Lots Of It Being Pictures Of Real And Outside Being Totally Real. Now I’m In Outside But It Turns Out Lots Of It Isn’t Real At All.