Review of The Room (2003) by Altered E — 25 Aug 2016

Tommy Wiseau's singular narcissism and Freudian projection are made manifest in his first masterpiece. On first viewing, The Room is merely so bad it's good. Upon each successive viewing, it becomes easier and easier to tease apart the poorly written dialogue and glimpse just a few aspects of the Writer/Director/Producer/Actor's underlying psyche: misguided misogyny, American patriotism, gender insecurity, to name the few that I've discovered thus far. What makes The Room singularly unique compared to the pulp of the VHS B-movie era is the single-mindedness of all aspects of production. Wiseau was so maniacal in his approach to film-making that the film reflects his personality and his alone, whereas the collaborative efforts of Troma Studios, the Asylum, or even Ed Wood reflect a creative diversity in their shoddiness. Wiseau's peculiarly creepy mannerisms and the stilted delivery of dialogue he wrote for himself are immortal and iconic. The Room is the ultimate in Auteur disasterpieces. Only the likes of fellow auteur and narcissist Neil Breen can match this instant classic.

The Room is like the worst soap opera you'll ever see; thankfully Wiseau has moved onto making the worst mockumentary you'll ever see on hulu, his show called Neighbors. I would review it here on RT, but it's not listed for whatever reason.