The experience of watching Tommy Wiseau’s ‘The Room’ should always be a shared one; that is, after you wade your way through the nonsensical plot lines and outlandishly bad yet perennially quotable dialogue, you may need someone there with whom to voice, what did I just watch?
Watching ‘The Room’ is a thought-provoking experience and one that leaves you full of questions like; How do bad movies get made? Who pays for them? Who made this bad movie and why am I enjoying it so much? And who is that guy with a face like Churchill’s left nut sack? Continue reading