We screened The Room a few weeks ago for a few friends, and it's everything the AV Club says about it, and so much more. It is the worst movie you will ever love. It is a low-budget romantic drama filmed at massive expense by a writer-director whose script suggests the deft social observations of an autistic Objectivist with a severe injury to the right temporal-parietal junction of his brain. The dialogue is not merely wooden, but petrified. And the actors seem to be reading it off cue cards located somewhere over the left shoulder of whomever they happen to be talking to.
Would people eat healthier if celery was called "cool celery?"