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I have now seen Mr. Tommy Wiseau’s cinematic tour-de-force, `The Room’ three times. With each viewing, `The Room’ becomes more complexly entangled in and inseparable from my absorb life. I no longer know where The Room ends and I originate.
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It is, without request, the worst film ever made. Including movies made on beta max video cameras in special education high school classes. But this comment is in no contrivance meant to be discouraging. Because while The Room is the worst movie ever made it is also the greatest scheme to exercise a blisteringly expeditiously 100 minutes in the shaded. Simply build, `The Room’ will change your life.
It’s not unbiased the poor acting or the sub-normal screenplay or the bewildering direction or the musical get so soaked in melodrama that you will throw up on yourself or the lunatic-making cinematography; no, there is something so magically faulty with this movie that it can only be the product of divine intervention. If you took the greatest filmmakers in history and gave them all the task of purposefully creating a film as spectacularly bad as this not one of them, with all their knowledge and skill, could get anything that could even be considered as a contender. Not one line or scene would rival any moment in The Room.
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The centerpiece of this filmic holocaust is Mr. Tommy Wiseau himself. Without him, it would collected be the worst movie ever made, but with him it is the greatest worst movie ever made. Tommy has been described as a Cajun, a Croatian cyborg, possibly from Belgium, clearly a product of Denmark, or maybe even not from this world or dimension. All of these things are factual at any one moment. He is a enchanting mystery stuffed inside an enigma wrapped in bacon and smothered in cheese. You will descend in like with this man even as you are repelled by him from the first moment he steps onto mask with his long Louis the Fourteenth style gloomy locks and thick triangular shoulders packed into an oddly fitting suit, and his metallic steroid destroyed skin. Tommy looks out of space, out of time and out of this world. There has never been anything else like him. Nor will there ever be.
The Room begins with `Johnny’ (Tommy Wiseau) and his incomprehensibly faulty fiance `Lisa’ (played by a woman with incongruously colored eyebrows and a propensity for removing her shirt) fascinating in some light frottage, joined by, Denny, (played with a deft sense of the absurd by Phillip Haldiman), their sexually confused teenage neighbor who is clearly suffering from a acquire of ragged decrepitude. When Denny, who looks like the human version of Gleek the monkey from Superfriends, says, in a slightly creepy yet naughty tone of jabber, `I like to view!’ as Johnny and Lisa roll around the bed in a pre-intercourse ritual revolving around rose petals, you know you are in for a very special movie.
After a lengthy lovemaking scene (not to danger if you miss it the first time, they point to it again in its entirety later in the movie) in which Tommy’s bizarre scaly torso and over-anatomized rear-end are lovingly depicted over and over again as he appears to sprint Lisa’s hip, we stare that Lisa, for no particular reason, has become bored with Tommy’s incessant lovemaking and decides to leave him.
Just when you deem the movie might lapse into an ordinary, pedestrian sort of badness, Johnny’s best friend Imprint, a man who’s job seems to be to wear James Brolin’s beard from Amityville Dismay, shows up and electrifies the hide with a performance so wooden that it belongs in the mosey allotment of Home Depot. Incidentally, Sign is played by Greg Sestero, who, in addition to being described as a department store mannequin, was also the line producer on `The Room’ and one of Tommy Wiseau’s five (5!!!!!) assistants on the movie. Lisa forces Stamp, amid his paltry, unconvincing protests, to have an affair with her on their sorrowful circular stairs. For no apparent reason Lisa decides that she is made of pure imperfect and wants to torture her angelic and insanely devoted fiancé, Johnny.
Lisa receives pointed advice from her mother who casually announces that she is dying of breast cancer and then never mentions it again. But Lisa is definite to invent Johnny’s life a living hell, in spite of the fact that she, according to her mother, “cannot survive on her fill in the cutthroat ‘computer business’”. But not before they recycle the sex scene from earlier in the movie where we accept another bird’s seek conception of Johnny’s ludicrous naked body. Denny gets into danger with a drug dealer. Tag shaves his beard. Tommy gets drunk on an fresh cocktail made from mixing whiskey and vodka. Lisa lies and tells everyone that Tommy hit her in a drunken rage.
A balding psychologist appears out of nowhere, offers some advice, then apparently dies while softly falling on the ground in an attempt to net a football thrown by Sign.
All of these seemingly disparate events execute up to two cathartic moments. The first is when Tommy expressively yells at Lisa with the line `You are tearing me apart Lisa!’. You will cheer at this line as you realize that the film has been tearing you apart the whole time. And the second is at Tommy’s birthday party where the worst actor that has ever been born plays a unidentified man wearing a silk shirt who utters a phrase that perfectly describes the experience of watching The Room,
`It feels like I’m sitting on atom bomb that is going to explode!’
The ghastly ending will leave you pleading for some kind of sequel.
See this film at all costs. Spy it twice. Or three times. Or as one kid that I met from Woodland Hills has, 12 times! Ogle it until you can recite every precious line of dialogue this movie has to offer. Let The Room become your original religion and Tommy Wiseau your prophet preaching the gospel according to Johnny.
My dream is to someday recall a theater and hurry The Room 24 hours a day, 7 days a week until the print disintegrates. I hope it becomes your dream as well.
Brickyard Jimmy from Los Angeles, CA
Let’s retract that you’ve seen The Room. Imagine that Lisa’s eyebrows matched her hair. Imagine that Johnny was about twenty years younger and a person that you actually wanted to scrutinize naked, with a decent haircut. Imagine that the movie’s budget allowed for more than three or four sets. Imagine that characters didn’t hold repeating the same meaningless lines over and over again–”Johnny is a beneficial man.” “Johnny is my best friend.” “I don’t want to talk about it.” “Well I have to go now.” Imagine that instead of being a simple Jekyll/Hyde caricature, Lisa was actually a complicated and real-seeming person, torn between security/domesticity and freedom/passion. Utter that the revelation that her mother is dying of breast cancer actually contributed to her inner conflict. Imagine that the minor characters were adequately introduced and actually came across as genuine people with their gain problems/motivations instead of simply allowing the filmmaker to destroy some time while he waits to approach his station. What would we have then? A simple morality record (actions have consequences!) that no one would ever want to choose on DVD. Instead, we have The Room.
I first heard about The Room in the December 19, 2008 edition of Entertainment Weekly. I immediately tried to set aside it in my Netflix queue, but it was unavailable, so I came here, to Amazon, and was blissful to fetch that I could fill this enchanting section of cinema for only 8.49, so I bought it. I have watched it twice and have been trying to figure out what makes this movie so terrible and yet so oddly though-provoking ever since. Now I must admit I am a broad fan of poor movies–I can debate which is worse, Belief 9 from Outer Spot or Manos: The Hands of Fate with the best of ‘em. I have a tradition of watching Showgirls with the good commentary from David Schmader every Fourth of July, because it’s so grand better than fireworks, and you don’t regain caught in a traffic pickle. I contemplate it is hard to pin down all the disparate elements that originate The Room sublime. Unruffled, I agree with the EW article–it is the Citizen Kane of unpleasant movies.
For those of you who haven’t seen The Room, the spot goes something like this: Johnny is a guy who loves his live-in girlfriend, Lisa. He brings her presents. They have sex to despicable R&B-lite tunes. Their creepy teenage neighbor, Denny, tries to glimpse them having sex, but luckily they kick him out before things come by too hot and heavy. Lisa seems to indulge in the sex, but it turns out Lisa is a grand faker. Lisa doesn’t worship Johnny, but she thinks his best friend Designate is sparkling hot, and apparently, no one can resist Lisa. To paraphrase what David Schmader said about Nomi in Showgirls, Lisa immediately pulls people into her orbit and makes them descend in worship with her, because…well, we don’t know why. Lisa and Imprint have sex. Lisa and Johnny have sex again, unbiased to construct definite Lisa’s duplicity is certain enough. Lisa’s mom is dying of breast cancer. Denny pisses off a drug dealer. Lisa encourages Johnny to drink too distinguished and then makes up a tale about him getting drunk and hitting her. A psychologist advises Johnny. Lisa and Johnny perform out on the sofa in their house, except now they are played by two entirely different actors. Oh no, wait, these are different, unknown characters making out on their sofa. There is a midly silly incident with Lisa’s mother and the unknown young man on the sofa and his underwear. We scrutinize the incident, and then it is repeated verbatim for us in the next scene. Johnny, Heed, and Denny play football while wearing tuxedos–ha ha! Lisa hosts a birthday party for Johnny and announces that she is pregnant, and then confesses to a friend that she’s really not. Lisa then hits on Stamp during the party, even though they had agreed to raze their affair. Johnny finds out his beloved girlfriend is not really a human being, but is instead an unfavorable robot. Grief ensues. Actions have consequences!
I accumulate that the movie makes more sense to me if I imagine that the character of Johnny is actually mentally challenged, but everyone is too polite to say this explicitly. (Once you hear Tommy Wisseau’s uncommon accent and the irregular cadence and emphases to his speech and his dorky laughs, not to mention what he’s actually saying, it’s actually not powerful of a stretch at all!) Johnny maybe has a rich, great uncle somewhere who has gotten him a handsomely-paid job fetching coffee at a bank. He’s mentally challenged enough that he doesn’t realize he’s going to be the coffee boy forever, and he thinks his money-saving ideas for the bank are going to pick up him promoted (”Hey, if we discontinuance giving away free toasters with modern checking accounts, we could establish money!” “That’s a colossal notion, Johnny. Now go come by me some more coffee. And a bagel. Cinnamon. Light on the cream cheese. That’s a ample man! We should mediate about promoting you to bank president, eh, Johnny? Heh heh!”) Lisa is getting tired of having a mentally challenged boyfriend. Even though he is trustworthy to her, he has started to disgust her. And it’s kind of understandable, really. It also explains Johnny’s melodramatic reactions to everything.
Anyway, that’s the backstory I have invented for The Room, but you could easily do your bear, and that’s the tremendous thing about this movie. The gaping holes in character and place really benefit the viewer to exhaust her beget creativity. Whether you’re throwing plastic spoons at the mask or trying to build up plausible reasons for the nutty behavior, it’s a lot of fun, so select this movie factual now!!
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