Late to the party on this one, because it came out while Typhoid Erin was busy recovering (aka hacking her way through episodes of The Golden Girls while wishing for a swift, zen-like death). So here’s the deal: anyone that knows me, even in passing, knows that I love The Room. It was our first live tweet here, it’s got ridiculous music, and it coined the phrase “sex spackle” for when you’re wearing that special shade of eyeshadow during sexy times. Poorly-made films can make my blood boil sometimes, because there’s nothing worse than watching a group of people who think they can act trying to act while chewing on blood capsules (somewhere, a Hollywood executive just shuddered and asked his colleagues if they felt a chill). But The Room…. The Room is magic. It’s like watching a puppy that has no idea how to walk crash into everything. It’s charming and you feel bad for laughing at it, but you still laugh. It strikes that perfect balance between batshit bonkers, utter incompetence and earnestness. Naturally, it’s a cult classic, and as a result, Tommy Wiseau has made an entire career out of the fact that he made what’s widely regarded as the best bad movie of all time. And because someone like that can’t possibly be a well-adjusted human being, someone wrote a book about him and the making of the film – specifically, Greg Sestero, Wiseau’s acting partner and long-suffering roommate. His book, The Disaster Artist, covers his life with Tommy and the making of the film. Ladies and gents, this is the film we’re getting.
A word about James Franco: some people can’t stand him, they think he’s a pretentious douche, yadda yadda yadda. While that may be all true and good, Franco is also the epic level troll that needs to be commended. I think he’s aware of himself enough to know when to go away for a little bit, and he’s in tune with things we find amusing and relevant. He’s taking on an adaptation of a cult figure and the completely haphazard process of making a film that became infamous. He’s doing this with his brother Dave (who is nailing that “why the fuck did I get out of bed today to come to work?” look with which we all can identify), his buddy Seth Rogan, and a dedication to an impersonation of a man who can best be described as “odd” on a good day. With all of our serious discussions about the method of making superhero movies and the historical accuracy of war films and who can pry the best performances out of their actors, we’ve got James Franco over here with his buddies, giggling as they do a Tommy Wiseau impression and taking the piss out of us with a movie about the making of a completely surreal trainwreck. And you know what? I think I want someone who reminds me to laugh – who can deliver the joke with as straight of an earnest face as Tommy does when trying to act – right there along with the ART types. That deserves a place too.