Tonight we watched "The Room" by Tommy Wisseau. If you're unfamiliar, the film is--almost unarguably--the worst piece of garbage released in recent times. It is so terrible, so god-awful in terms of acting and writing, that it somehow transcends it's abysmal nature and skyrockets into a realm of comedic gold. I mean, who can beat dialogue (written by a European--Wisseau, the writer/director/lead actor--who refuses to disclose his country of origin) like, "Take that attitude and put it in your pocket!" or "I wish you would fall off the face of the planet. That's a promise."
Rumour has it the film was funded by Wisseau's business of selling counterfeit jeans to Korean marketplaces. Couple that with the greenscreening of rooftop scenes to look like San Francisco exteriors (due to the inability to procure proper permits), and you will be a convert.
There is so much more to this film, which apparently screens monthly at the Laemmle to riotious crowds that know the movie by heart. Watch the trailer and then RENT or BUY this movie TODAY. It will be the best decision you made, today.
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