“You’re right. The computer business is too competitive.”
The Room. A movie so astonishingly bad that it’s become a cult classic. It’s Douglas Sirk by way of Ed Wood. No, that’s not being clever. That’s really what it’s like.
The writer, producer, director and star is the now legendary Tommy Wiseau, the Orson Welles of bad movie making. The Room is the movie David Lynch would make if he somehow didn’t know he was David Lynch. Irony may return to myth. But this evidently is what irony can pass through along the way — a place where the audience not only knows more than the characters, it knows more than the creator. Just. Wow.
After the jump, a couple of very brief clips (7 seconds, 21 seconds) that capture some of the movie’s most celebrated moments. And then, after that, if you can bear it, a scene of such grand guignol melodrama that it, well, deconstructs itself.
“You’re tearing me apart, Lisa!”
“Oh, hi Mark.”
“I’m fed up with this world!”