This movie is bad. Really, really bad, so bad that it had me asking myself “What am I doing with my life?” on a disturbingly regular basis - but you have to see it. Its notoriety as one of the best worst films ever made has given this poorly made, terribly acted cringe fest its prestigious cult status.
It’s got everything you need to make a spectacularly, terrible film; imagine Ed Wood Jr. made a movie about a hopelessly naïve banker whose sociopathic fiancée has an affinity for banging his best friend, mixed in with nonsensical plots, pointless characters and way too many drawn-out, soft-core sex scenes, and you’re left with The Room. An array of plots are picked up and dropped with reckless abandon, grown men throw a football about whilst dressed in dinner suits for no apparent reason, while a non-drinker gets white girl wasted on a mix of scotch and vodka, and there’s an unspecified ‘drug money’ scene which is forgotten as quickly as it begins. The Room tries again and again to achieve profound dramatic effect, and falls at every single hurdle, but still, it holds a very special place in my heart.
You’ve got to give it to The Room’s director, Tommy Wiseau. I have nothing but respect for a man who possesses such a mix of bold narcissism, and whose sheer lack of talent doesn’t prevent him from writing, directing, producing and starring in this nightmare. His undistinguishable accent, and creepy calmness adds to the appeal of protagonist Johnny, played by Wiseau, of course. His naivety and obliviousness to the world around him is hilarious and weirdly endearing. This film was originally marketed as a drama, but Wiseau now insists it was always dark comedy - either way it’s perfect. The strangest part about the whole thing is that it cost an estimated $6,000,000 to produce, but the film bears absolutely no testament to this.
Every scene is tragically bad, it’s horribly painful to watch throughout, but it’s one of the funniest movies I’ve ever seen. If you’re a fan of so-bad-it’s-good movies, you’ll love this one. So, if you find yourself with nothing to do on a Friday night, please, watch The Room. Maybe even invite some mates round and play the drinking game (you can even join in in Rocky Horror-esque style). I guarantee you’ll love every minute of it, and like me you’ll probably find yourself quoting it constantly and inadvertently doing Johnny’s staccato, alien-like laugh. Oh, hi Mark.