Recently, I've become aware that certain films are able to transcend the medium by being completely self-assured in their atmospheres…
Can you ever really trust anyone?
Johnny is a successful banker with great respect for and dedication to the people in his life, especially his future wife Lisa. The happy-go-lucky guy sees his world fall apart when his friends begin to betray him one-by-one.
Tommy Wiseau as Johnny a romantic at heart with a heartless fiancé who's shagging his best friend in the quintessential so bad it's bad film. Golden Gate Bridge. Swashbuckling music. The way Tommy says "Hi babe." Curious Denny. Pillow fight. Slow dancing. Rose petals and boobs. The way Tommy wiggles his ass while he is having simulated sex. Mommy dearest. Lisa's pouty face. Of course the "other man" has a badass beard. Mark's teeth. Is it hot in here? More ladies need to use that line. Trust me it will work. Oh hell yes! This seduction scene music sounds like a cross between Sade and TLC. Sexy florist. How long is free months? Lisa kinda looks like a Ninja Turtle…
I finally watched this and I now think that no words of mine can do it justice and only the words from the film itself can do that. For those who have watched the film it would be a trip down your cherished memory lane and for those who haven't the following would be reasons why it is criminal not to see this at least once in your lifetime. So here it goes.
Mark: How was work today?
Johnny: Oh, pretty good. We got a new client and the bank will make a lot of money.
Mark: What client?
Johnny: I cannot tell you; it's confidential.
Mark: Aw, come on. Why not?
Johnny: No, I can't. Anyway, how is…
"The Room" masterfully written, directed, produced, and starring Tommy Wiseau tells the Shakespearean tragedy of Johnny, a banker who is betrayed by the "love of his life", Lisa. Fueled by powerful performances and flawless directing, "The Room" is a masterpiece in filmmaking that will definetely leave it's audience speechless.
"Limits are only limits when they limit what you can do for you self...Try and reach beyond your limits and everything becomes without limits."
So says Tommy Wiseau, the director/writer/actor/philosopher extraordinaire; a man so limitless with talent, so ferocious with ambition and so mesmerizing both behind and in front of the camera that you almost dare to wonder if he is even a human. A God maybe, incarnate on earth to show us the true capacities for filmmaking genus. An angel maybe, sent down from the filmmaking gods to show us just how beautiful, captivating and powerful cinema can truly be. Regardless, man or astroman, god or angel, Tommy Wiseau is a genus and his crowing achievement The Room is…
Wiseau's face is a Picasso.
The Room is outdated and ahead of its time.
It goes from appallingly bad to hilariously bad to post modernist Nirvana.
I have to rate it five stars for even that cannot make sense.
This review reportedly contains lubricant.
Many auteurs have existed during the evolution of cinema, dealing with transcendent themes that ultimately characterize the human condition. This representation of humanity through an audiovisual artform causes an epiphanic reaction in the captive spectator, as his/her human traits are either mirrored, exaggerated or dramatized, and in combination with the viewer's unique personality, way of thinking and way of feeling, cinema finally reaches a potential state of the aforementioned transcendence, an ethereal state in the viewer of personal identification that can only be consummated in perpetuity.
Tommy Wiseau, an immaculate director, screenwriter, actor and producer, conceives what seemingly is a simple melodramatic…
"When is the baby due?"
"There is no baby."
"But what are you talking about?"
"I told him that to make it interesting. We're probably going to have a baby eventually anyway. You're not gonna tell Johnny are you?"
"Lisa, are you feeling okay? Because this is just getting worse and worse."
"I feel like I'm sitting on an atomic bomb waiting to go off."
A metaphor for understanding this film. Having seen it several times before, I can only say it gets more impressive in its awfulness the more times I see it. It is completely liberated from any sense of logic, purpose, or substance. The end result is this horrible piece of shit that is so magnificent…
I have to start the rating from the beginning again.
So bad, its good.
When people ask me what real cinema is, I point them to The Room.
I... I really don't know how to rate this.
With so much good coming from so much bad, it is impossible for me to give this an accurate rating. It says a lot when the two most common ratings are Half Star and Five Stars. This polarizing film left me with the feeling that all my knowledge (though not that much to begin with) of film and particularly filmmaking had gone out the window. I'm flabbergasted, to say the least.
All I can do now is wait until I experience The Room a second time, and hopefully work up the courage to give this film a rating, which could end up being anywhere from Dwarf Star to Supernova.
POSSIBLY THE BEST OF THE WORST
Still as brilliantly perplexing after what must be my 8th viewing of this by now. I must be hai!
- Only God Forgives
- Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
- Spring Breakers
- A Field in England
- Donnie Darko
- Morvern Callar
- Irma Vep
- Miami Blues
- Babe: Pig in the City
For five years, film critic Scott Tobias compiled "The New Cult Canon" in a regular column for The A.V. Club…
- Under the Skin
- Tropical Malady
- Uncle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives
- Inland Empire
Many favorites, as well as a small handful of films that I don't care for... in no particular order (1960-2014).