Film Review: Fateful Findings (2014)

For much of the past decade, Tommy Wiseau's The Room has set the gold standard for terrible movies. Other contenders have challenged it for the title of Best Worst Movie, including legitimately incompetent films like James Nyugen's Birdemic and decidedly more ironic efforts like SyFy's Sharknado trilogy, but they haven't managed to dent the aura of Wiseau's cack-handed attempt to meld the roiling passion of Tennessee Williams with the green screen technology of a teenager's first web series. As bad as those other films may be, they lack the feverish vision of Wiseau, a man with so much to say but absolutely no clue how to express himself.

Film Review: The Room (2003)

This film is tearing me apart, Lisa!


I'm always wary of hype, since having a film praised to high heavens before seeing it often leads me to feel confrontational, as if I'm saying to the film, "Go on, then. Impress me", which is pretty much the least helpful attitude in the world to have when going into a film. What's odd, though, is when a film comes with a reputation as one of the worst films ever made, even if it's known as a film that is 'so bad it's good'. In those instances, such as when I watched much of the back-catalogue of Ed Wood after seeing the excellent Tim Burton film about his life, I approach the film in a more open and accepting way. I want to hug the film to my breast and care for it like an injured bird, saying, "It's okay, it's okay. You're horribly disfigured, but I love you". That pretty much sums up what I felt whilst watching Tommy Wiseau's now legendary The Room.