I was skeptical. I mean, it’s narrated by a 5-year-old. A 5-year-old who has been living in one room his entire life.
And it nails it! It’s believable and creepy yet surprisingly non-traumatic. Because Jack’s mom does an amazing job protecting Jack from the horribleness of being a kidnap victim. As far as Jack understands it:
1. The world is a 11×11 foot room, and
2. He is loved.
Sometimes a bad man comes in the night. The story is told by little Jack, but the true main character is his mom, who is one brave…I want to say one brave motherfucker but somehow that seems inappropriate.