“THE ROOM” — PERFECT DATE MOVIE
“You drive me crazy. Don’t worry about it, I still love you,” whines Tommy Wiseau as the romantic lead in the midnight cult classic “The Room” playing once a month at the Uptown. The DVD is more rewarding wherein an interviewer interrogates Wiseau, a middle age freaky no talent with a German accent and a Tiny Tim wig. This contemporary Orson Welles credits his success to “meticulous planning.”
“This is getting worse and worse,” one of the actors observes and after few minutes of this soft core porn mess I couldn’t agree more. Wiseau is not only the romantic lead but also the writer, producer and distributor of “The Room.” In Wiseau’s film, actors open and close doors frequently, interspersed with some nudity.
Guys in tuxedo’s toss a football around in a scene reminiscent of the charging buffaloes in Ed Wood’s “Glen or Glenda.” Cutaway shots are frequent and out of context.
This is a “weekend movie” where an erstwhile director rents a camera and assembles a few drunken friends to “act” in his apartment.
In this era where incompetent people aspire to high profile positions it’s no wonder Wiseau has achieved some notoriety. In fact, the quirkish actor James Franco plans to make a biopic on Wiseau and “The Room.”
Is this worth staying up till midnight and paying $8 at the Uptown? Probably not.
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