You're Tearing Me Apart, Lisa
Having no hipster credentials, I am only now, this minute, discovering The Room, bad cinema at it's baddest. So bad it's a cult hit. So bad they have monthly screenings in LA that are attended in Rocky Horror fashion. So bad even the voiceover for the trailer is laughable. So bad that the creator now says "I meant to do that." (And altered the trailer at the end to indicate that his movie is a "black comedy.")
It's kind of sad, really, that a guy set out to create something giant, seeking to emulate his hero Tennessee Williams, and his work is now famous for it's awfulness. I hope he finally sees some profit for all his pain. This is what the incredibly narcissistic writer, director, producer and star did for $6 million.
A thorough history of The Room is written by Scott Tobias at The Onion's AV Club. Beyond that is a piece at Entertainment Weekly, in which all the cool kid comedians have a laugh at the movie, including Paul Rudd, comedian du jour, no stranger to truly awful cinema.
It's kind of sad, really, that a guy set out to create something giant, seeking to emulate his hero Tennessee Williams, and his work is now famous for it's awfulness. I hope he finally sees some profit for all his pain. This is what the incredibly narcissistic writer, director, producer and star did for $6 million.
A thorough history of The Room is written by Scott Tobias at The Onion's AV Club. Beyond that is a piece at Entertainment Weekly, in which all the cool kid comedians have a laugh at the movie, including Paul Rudd, comedian du jour, no stranger to truly awful cinema.
Labels: bad movies, film, movies, Paul Rudd, The Room, voiceover
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