The Room

I don’t know that there is anything I could add to the discourse around The Room that hasn’t been said a million times over. The dialogue that was run through nine languages in Google Translate before coming back to English, the dead end side stories, the side characters introduced without warning or definition, the “acting”, the ridiculous number of prolonged sex scenes, the several dozen establishing shots of San Francisco (featuring many landmarks you’ll never actually see in scenes) … every word that has been written or said about this movie is true. This movie, as a movie, as a narrative, as a vehicle for acting and scoring and cinematography and all the other aspects of filmmaking, is a comprehensive catastrophe of immeasurable proportions. And yet … it is bizarrely fascinating. Every moment of it has unique and perverse value, both from an entertainment and a psychological standpoint. Dissecting and riffing on this movie is entertainment unto itself. Every scene offers something that will baffle and delight, and while it wasn’t the intention, it’s like a Chopped basket: you make do with what you’re given. The wife and I had a lot of fun watching this, which most definitely wasn’t Tommy Wiseau’s intention. So, yeah, not much of a review, but what did you expect?