[Cross-posted on the Bad Movie Night Facebook page.]
What can I say about this masterpiece of bad cinema that hasn't already been said? It's a personal favorite of the Bad Movie Night crew and a few of us have seen it over twenty times. We love it so much that we decided to make viewings of it annual and since we had nothing else in particular set up to watch, we decided now was the time.
What can I say about this masterpiece of bad cinema that hasn't already been said? It's a personal favorite of the Bad Movie Night crew and a few of us have seen it over twenty times. We love it so much that we decided to make viewings of it annual and since we had nothing else in particular set up to watch, we decided now was the time.
What I think captivates so many people about "The Room" is that its production value is surprisingly not terrible like so many other bad movies. The camera work is fine, nothing is particularly badly lit, it isn't edited strangely, and yet everything else is entirely wrong. I think this is why the film has rightfully earned the title of "The 'Citizen Kane' of Bad Movies." From the bad acting, the prime culprit being curiously-accented Tommy Wiseau, the director/writer/producer/lead actor/reanimated corpse, to the long soft-core sex scenes set to snooze-inducing R&B to the offensively anti-feminist script that makes all men and women look like unrepentant assholes to the repetitive conversations, this film is a legend. Just the mention of it makes you want to drink some scotchka (scotch + vodka for those not in the know) with a half Canadian bacon and pineapple and half artichoke and pesto light on the cheese pizza, throw the football around in a tux, and then decorate your living room with pictures of spoons and dishware. If you still need convincing, go to YouTube and look up "The Room flower shop scene" and feast your eyes on one of the most glorious scenes in cinematic history.
I've said enough. But anyway, how's your sex life?
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