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.
The end result is a sort of anti-genius. I don't think I've laughed so hard at a movie since I saw Ghostbusters at the age of ten. I was, perhaps, helped along just a touch by the companion whiskey-and-sodas we were consuming. But alcohol really isn't necessary. The movie itself is intoxicating.
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