There's this word that I love which I never use because when I do I sound like a pretentious ass. The word is schadenfreude, which basically means taking pleasure in someone else's misfortune. Unless you're a full-blown sociopath, schadenfreude comes when witnessing someone who has either wronged you or someone you care about “getting what they deserve.” It's the more honest equivalent of hoping karma comes back around to someone.
I've spent years watching the cult classic “The Room” and laughing at the terrible acting, directing, script and, well, all of it. Writer/producer/director/star Tommy Wiseau made a movie
so hilariously tone deaf and insanely, hysterically bad that it's easy to imagine him as an alien that put on its human skin to see if making a movie was remotely possible. There's something sublime and innocent about how terrible “The Room” is, like, the film is a precious snowflake somehow green and shaped like a Johnnycake.
“The Disaster Artist” recreates not only the making of “The Room,” but also focuses intently on the friendship between Wiseau and Greg Sestero, who stars in “The Room” and went on to write the book “The Disaster Artist,” on which the film is based. Sestero and Wiseau were best friends who met in an acting class in San Francisco before moving to Los Angeles in hopes of living their dreams.
James Franco disappears
has) is so flawless that it somehow manages to make “The Disaster Artist” even more quotably hilarious than “The Room.”
The multiple levels of meta-awareness in the movie could be taught in film school. We have James Franco, who's widely seen as a somewhat pretentious method actor and filmmaker responsible for writing and directing over a dozen movies no one has seen; including
adaptations of William Faulkner, Cormac McCarthy
Wiseau and Sestero were obsessed with James Dean because he never gave up on his dreams, while Franco had one of his earliest-starring roles playing Dean on television. Sestero and Wiseau's friendship is the center of the film, so Franco cast his brother, Dave Franco, in the role. Sestero's girlfriend in the movie is played by Alison Brie, Dave Franco's real-life wife. I know all of this sounds like I have one of those conspiracy theory boards with newspaper clippings connected with string, but I think I'm onto something.
Even as much as I laughed at “The Disaster Artist,” there's still a hint of sourness to the proceedings that made me feel crappy
great affection for “The Room,” but I'm not sure that love carries over to Wiseau. There are several scenes hammering home that Wiseau is delusional at best and mentally ill at worst, so laughing at him for two hours feels like the worst kind of schadenfreude; like punching down instead of up.
Regardless of quality, “The Room” is a look inside the heart and soul of Tommy Wiseau, which is why throughout the entire film I was wondering whether Wiseau would make a dime from “The Disaster Artist.” It's based on the book by Sestero, so he probably won't, which means the Franco, Sestero
The Disaster Artist
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