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Let’s not mince words here: The Room is a bad movie. Plotlines are dropped as soon as they’ve begun, shots veer crazily out of focus, and describing what the stars do onscreen as “acting” is like calling an ass-first fall down a moving escalator “interpretive dance.” The movie is so indescribably putrid that when it failed as a drama, writer/director/star/enemy-to-cinema Tommy Wiseau tried claiming it was black comedy. But while the laughs are there, the intent was not. Indeed, this purported $6 million mess has become the cult film of the moment because it's so painfully unaware of its own wretchedness. Watching The Room with a crowd is like seeing a primordial version of Rocky Horror Picture Show where audience members hurl spoons, knock back vile concoctions known as “scotchkas” and generally do their best to mock the movie into submission. When seeing The Room at a midnight screening, you’re not paying to see the movie; you’re paying to experience it—or at least not to go through it alone.
Fri., Dec. 4; Sat., Dec. 5, 2009
Fri., Dec. 4; Sat., Dec. 5, 2009
