THE ROOM (2003)

The Room 4

Christopher

It’s hard to talk about The Room in any kind of negative way. I believe that no matter what kind of films you watch, you could find something humorous and enjoyable. Even if it is just talking about how bad it is. The best thing about The Room is the fact that it’s better than most movies! It’s easily better than Transformers (I like that I keep bringing those movies up as awful, because they really are bad). To me a movie needs to be entertaining and The Room does that so well with only having a few locations and not really having an interesting story. It’s really kind of like every day life, except everyone involved is fucking insane.

I think this is only the third time I’ve watched this but I really want to go to a midnight screening with Elizabeth sometime. It seems like it would take this masterpiece to a whole new level.

Elizabeth

Oh, The Room. What is there even to say about Tommy Wiseau’s classic tragicomic/dramedy/fiasco? The Room is sort of the quintessential modern movie of the watch-it-only-because-it’s-so-bad genre that Chris and I are (obviously) so fond of. Our friend Fred is moving away soon, and because he had never seen The Room, we both thought it was time to bring it out again.

The Room is glorious in its total absurdity. There’s gratuitous and gross sex and nudity, confusing relationships, unresolved conflicts, among other things . . . plus there’s no mention of the titular room, or what it is. The Room exists in a universe where no one questions Tommy Wiseau’s accent, women seduce men by immediately telling them they love them, parents getting cancer is no big deal, and having a man-child follow you around, including into your bed, is totally acceptable. It’s a magical world, really. Plus, for whatever reason, Johnny (Tommy Wiseau) patting the dog in the florist shop on the head and saying, “Hi doggy,” kills me every time.

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One thought on “THE ROOM (2003)

  1. I would trade a hundred Michael Bays for just one Ed Wood or Tommy Wiseau. Edward and Tom put thier hearts and thier souls into thier art, and thier films feel utterly unique—the work of true auteurs. Better to aim for the stars and fail miserably than to take a middle-of-the-road approach. Better to be all heart and no talent than to be the most talented purveyor of CGI explosions that ever lived. God bless Tommy.

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