The Room (2003)
Director: Tommy Wiseau
Produced in 2003 completely out of Wiseau’s own pocket (he says he made the $6m selling leather jackets – I say he’s a crack dealer), the film opened to terrible reviews and patrons asking for their money back. Once the film was prematurely pulled from theatres, a group of friends emailed Wiseau requesting midnight screenings, which he helpfully provided (for he is giver), thus sparking what eventually became a worldwide sensation.
“But what’s sensational about it?” you ask.What isn’t sensational about it? Not only is the acting the most unconvincing you will see outside fifth-form drama assessments (especially from Wiseau, which is concerning as he wrote all the lines), but there are sex scenes that are repeated shot-for-shot, framed pictures of spoons that appear on screen regularly, and subplots that are never expanded upon. (At one point Lisa’s mother says she has breast cancer. Never mentioned again.) But I don’t want to ruin it for you. See it for yourself at Rialto, where the film plays to sold-out crowds at 9pm on the first Friday of every month.
Be warned – screenings of The Room operate on a strict hierarchy. The crowd participation is dictated by specific rituals and practices and if you’re a newcomer, for God’s sake don’t try anything wacky. Too many times have I heard a novice do an impersonation of Tommy Wiseau only to be verbally knifed by a veteran. That kinda shit is for your thirteenth viewing, man. Do your homework, bring lots of spoons, and prepare to witness your new obsession.