Making art from … art?
The Room (2003) is fucking atrocious, there’s no denying it. And now we have The Disaster Artist (2017) – essentially the making of that train wreck – opening to rave reviews.
The former’s enduring fascination for audiences – and some of these cult fuckers have a drinking-the-Kool-Aid vibe about them – rests on the premise that no matter how appalling the picture is it warrants more repeat viewings than any other shitter out there in film history. It appears, in its apex moments, a movie made by an alien – that this alien had a crash course in filmmaking and declared itself the Orson Welles of the cosmos.
The Room (2003) is art, even more so than anything Andy Warhol ever shat out. Ed Wood (1994) is for me its paramour. A double-bill for the ages. Cinema gives us such lovely treats.
Further viewing/reading:
https://www.theguardian.com/film/2017/dec/01/james-franco-the-disaster-artist-hollywood
http://www.vulture.com/2017/12/the-disaster-artist-an-oral-history.html
http://www.nme.com/blogs/the-movies-blog/the-room-quotes-2113071
Wanderings and ... wonderings. 