(2003)
There
isn't much to
say about this
movie that has
not already been
said. Many have
called it the
worst movie ever
made, and it has
generated a cult
following that
rivals the 1970s
mania for The
Rocky Horror
Picture Show.
People attend
midnight
showings in
costume, with
handfuls of
props. They
recite the
dialogue along
with the actors,
and laugh until
they ache.
What makes this
film memorably
great/bad is the
same thing that
has made us
remember Plan 9
From Outer Space
long after other
bad movies have
been forgotten -
that it is not
bad because it
was lacking the
money to be
better, or
because it was
trying to be
bad, but because
the auteur was
both utterly
sincere and
utterly
clueless. Like
Ed Wood of Plan
9, The Room's
writer/director
Tommy Wiseau
thought he was
the Shakespeare
of his time. And
like Wood,
Wiseau was and
is so eccentric,
so far from the
mainstream, that
his concept of
normality is
utterly
unrecognizable
and utterly
bizarre to the
rest of us.
The ample female
nudity was
provided by
Juliette
Danielle, who
has needed about
a decade away
from films to
recover from the
merciless
savaging she has
received for her
part in the
complete
shambles that is
The Room. Her
post-Room life,
and her ultimate
acceptance of
the humor
inherent in the
whole
experience, has
been nicely
summed up in
this article.
