What do you say about the film that says it all? How can words add anything to this towering cinematic fortress of prestige? Is it wrong to “describe” senselessness? I’m a valiant first-time viewer of Tommy Wiseau’s 2003 dada vortex, and I’m going to attempt to convey the whimsical hemorrhage I just experienced. Spoiler: I ain’t Jill Bolte Taylor , and I won’t succeed at this feat. Here’s to a good effort.
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Bad Movies We Love: The Room
