There are a lot of films labelled "the best worst movie ever made" - for example, Killer Bitch.
It has taken me some time to catch up with The Room, made in 2003.
British writer and social commentator Charlie Brooker said after its London premiere in 2009: "I don't think there is a word that can describe that experience... Possibly the most unique movie-going experience of my life"
Other cinema-goers that night called it "Like a tumour" and "Absolutely blissfully indulgent in the most peculiar and perverted way".
The Room's writer/director/producer/star Tommy Wiseau's message to the audience at that London premiere was: "You can laugh, you can cry, you can express yourselves but please don't hurt each other."
Last night, in London, I went to the Prince Charles Cinema's first midnight screening of The Room introduced by Tommy Wiseau and co-star Greg Sestero.
You know you may be in for a treat when there is a stall in the foyer selling T-shirts, £10 posters, DVDs and other knick-knacks and people are having their photo taken with the director.... It is also unusual, in my fairly extensive experience, to find your feet crunching on dozens of plastic spoons as you walk into your row of seats - spoons provided by the cinema. It has become a tradition to throw plastic spoons at the screen... A reference to an unexplained shot of a spoon in the movie - in a framed photograph standing on a table.
Basically, The Room is a seriously-intended soft-hearted movie about relationships which almost unbelievably cost $6 million to make. In Los Angeles, it was promoted using a single expensive billboard in Hollywood showing an extreme close-up of Wiseau's face, with one of his eyelids in mid-blink. The ad ran on this expensive billboard for over four years.
Wiseau also reportedly paid for a small TV and print campaign saying The Room was "a film with the passion of Tennessee Williams".
Where the alleged $6 million budget for the movie or the money for the billboard came from are just two of many apparently inexplicable mysteries surrounding the film.
In truth, last night's screening of The Room disappointed me, because the constant heckling by the audience has not yet settled down into ritual.
I once attended a screening of The Rocky Horror Picture Show at the World Science Fiction Convention which was almost a brand new work of art in itself. Not only were audience members dressed-up as characters, but the heckling involved shouted responses and set-ups to what was being said on screen, to create whole new surreal conversations.
Last night's screening of The Room - inevitably billed as The Best Worst Film Ever Made - was simply a licence to be rowdy, with people laughing (in often random places) for the sake of laughing, random heckling, random throwing of plastic spoons and wannabe hecklers yelling out mostly failed attempts at post-modernist humour. The heckling was mostly over the on-screen dialogue. To work effectively, movie heckling has to be in-between the dialogue.
The film, though, has a lot of potential for would-be creative hecklers.
There is much to be developed from an early heckle of "What does it mean?" and a later one of "This is a pointless scene!"
I loved and laughed heartily at an utterly irrelevant shot of an ugly dog in a flower shop (you had to be there) and almost laughed as much at the completely pointless picking-up by the central character of a newspaper lying on the sidewalk.
The pointlessness of certain specifics is what, it could be argued, makes The Room one of the truly great bad movies.
I thought it admirably odd that the male characters are often tossing a baseball between each other - in one noted scene in an alleyway, four of them wear unexplained tuxedos while throwing the ball and talking... until one of them trips over in carefully-framed giant close-up for no plot or artistic reason at all.
It is also rare for one of the female central characters in a film to say she has breast cancer and is going to die... and to be greeted with loud laughter and enthusiastic cheers from the audience. The cancer is never referred to again in the movie and, every time the woman touched her daughter's face (which she does a lot), the audience shouted out "Cancer!"
The audience and the screening was at its best with recurring heckles. Throughout the film, there were justified yells of "Shut the door!" and, during repeated and unnecessary lengthy pans along the width of the Golden Gate Bridge in San Francisco, the audience would chant: "Go! - Go! - Go! - Go! - Go! - Go! - Go! - Go! - Go! - Go!" until the pan finished.
Quite what it must be like for Tommy Wiseau to know his seriously-intended film about relationships is being laughed-at and abused I can barely imagine. But he seems happy to take the money. He did, after all, make the film as a serious drama but now markets it as a 'dark' comedy.
I particularly recommend that irrelevant shot of the ugly dog in a flower shop. I would seriously consider seeing the film again simply just for that one shot.
But - and this is important - one piece of advice to you if you do see it.
See it in the cinema.
And do not sit in the second row.
Dozens of thrown plastic spoons fall short and it is like being in the French army during the English archers' onslaught of arrows at Agincourt.
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