It’s hard to explain just how much of an experience a screening of The Room is. The mega-event that was directed, written, and financed by its star, Tommy Wiseau (no, you haven’t heard of him before) is something that cannot be told — it must be experienced. And don’t judge this movie by its poster. Don’t let it put you off. If you think that picture is bad, wait till you see him naked. These kinds of un-rewards await you.
When I first heard about The Room, and people started talking about it, I was adamant to not put down hard-earned cash to watch it. I mean, why waste money on a movie that everyone is telling me is bad? Can’t I just catch it on DVD? The answer is No. A bad movie watched by yourself at home is just a bad movie. But we all know that a bad movie watched together… That just takes it to a whole new level. You know, like the difference of Sam Worthington in Avatar plugging his hair into a horse-thing, as opposed to the whole Na’vi tribe plugging into the grid. Or something.
So I finally got around to going to a screening, and was astounded by the euphoria people had for this piece of crap. The applause that erupted when his name comes on screen, the enthusiasm people have to pass on the knowledge to everyone they know. When Tommy Wiseau goes to screenings, people mob him, clamouring to touch his arm. A picture with Tommy gives you automatic Superstar status. How does this happen for a crap movie? Is he our generation’s Ed Wood? (Who didn’t actually achieve his notoriety during his lifetime)
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