The Room

The Room

This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.

This review may contain spoilers.

The Room is truly a triumph and a masterful demonstration of Poe's Law which states: "without a clear indicator of an author's intention, it is often impossible to tell the difference between an expression of sincere extremism and a parody of such extremism."

Wiseau seems so utterly unaware, not only of the basic tenets of filmmaking, but also how human beings interact normally.

Thanks to it's appropriation as "The Citizen Kane of Bad Movies," everyone can now enjoy, what the viewer can only assume is Wiseau's pleading and desperate effort for validation through the time-honored practice of creating your own reality where everyone acts and looks and thinks exactly like you pay them to.

The Room will teach you, it will inspire you, it will be like a father to you, and a lover, and a friend. It will gently toss a football with you while seeking your advice on how to better cheat on you with your girlfriend. It will come to your house uninvited, deliver it's tawdry and incomprehensible lines, only to betray you, and in the end, when you're lying on the floor dead by your own hand, and your ex-fianceé, your ex-best friend, and your adopted son, who inexplicably owes a drug dealer money, are all weeping over your cooling body - It will tear you apart...Lisa.

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