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…
Some say this is the worst movie ever made. Some say it has the worst actors in the planet.
They are both correct.
Once again, great movie to watch with friends, beer and if you can high.
This film is awful. But is it boring? Only at points. The rest is a hilarious misfire at drama. The overly ridiculous performances heaped upon a nearly indecipherable accent on its lead makes it even funnier. It's a miracle of bad film, a triumph of unintentional comedy.
If anything, The Room is a humbling experience.
That may be weird to say about this infamously risible movie, but that's truly the primary feeling it evokes for me. The Room humbles me in the same way movies like Stalker or Days of Being Wild or Pulp Fiction inspire me. Those latter movies, each of which I'd call unilateral successes of storytelling and of form, can energize the creative mind in ways that tickle the impulse to share whatever story you have to tell. Maybe you start writing the novel that's been haunting you for years. Maybe you enroll in some music theory courses to finish that symphony. Maybe you think of a third thing to do, and achieve a…
This movie is so horrendous in every aspect, yet every element is completed with such enthusiasm and bizareness that it is hard to not find charm and interest in its qualities. The story follows Tommy Wiseau as Johnny, an accountant who lives with his fiance Lisa. The first five minutes show the their relations, friends, and lifestyle. What follows is a soap opera that is so terribly, acted, written, directed, and edited I began to imagine halfway through if wiseau had written as a concept for a lifetime movie but was rejected due to his bizzare approach to the whole project. This included replacing the entire crew several times, buying a film and digital camera instead of renting them, and…
Ugh… awful, just awful. Only saving grace is watching this with people who've already seen it.
Watched with Doug, Matt, and Chris.
The charm of how utterly awful it is overcomes its flaws. This is entertaining and educational, as it teaches how NOT to act or write a story.
Tommy Wiseau's masterpiece is more than just a film. It is a magnum opus, an experience that transcends the realm of general Hollywood movies, and becomes a life changing experience sure to rival the works of 2001 and Citizen Kane.
Oh, not because it's good or anything. But because every single scene in this film is executed horribly. It is the ultimate in the 'so bad it's good' genre. God bless you, you horrible horrible movie.
Worst. Movie. Ever.
My life is a mess
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- Spring Breakers
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- Irma Vep
- Miami Blues
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For five years, film critic Scott Tobias compiled "The New Cult Canon" in a regular column for The A.V. Club…
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Many favorites, as well as a small handful of films that I don't care for... in no particular order (1960-2014).