Go To The Room
Tommy Wiseau's The Room has been called "the Citizen Kane of bad movies," which may be the highest praise, the most back-handed of compliments, or both, depending on how you look at it. If you view "bad" as a film genre (and there is certainly an argument to be made for it, as anyone who has seen Komodo Versus Cobra will tell you), then The Room is unarguably a pinnacle of filmmaking in that genre.
Either a melodrama or an intentionally awful comedy, depending on who you believe, The Room has been playing at midnight showings since 2003, building a cult following via what marketers refer to as "The Old Tupperware Principle." "Oh, God, this smells awful," we say upon opening an old tupperware container. But we don’t close it. Instead, we find the person nearest and demand that they, too, share in our terrible mistake: "Come here, you have to smell this."
And that's why you pretty much have to go see The Room tonight at Central Cinema. Yes, it is terrible. But it is a very peculiar brand of terrible that you just have to see to believe--disjointed and melodramatic, confusing and sappy, and, above all, taking itself phenomenally seriously. It's this last ingredient that makes The Room a breed unto itself, an inspired brand of bad. It is the sort of accidental brilliance that only comes along very rarely. And that is why you have to see it--preferably in the company of friends, and definitely with a couple of drinks.
Keep reading after the break for a trailer and a fun drinking game to play while watching The Room.
For a fuller (read: inebriated) appreciation of The Room, Seattlest recommends taking a drink every time during the course of the film you think to yourself, "are they ever going to revisit [insert abandoned plot thread here]?" No. No they are not, friend. Now just keep drinking. And smell this.
