No one seems to get this movie. Not really. People don’t go out of their way to see a movie so much if it’s merely terrible or “so bad it’s good.”
Sure, The Room is so bad it’s good. But at the same time, it’s also just plain good. Some of the “so bad it’s good” qualities are also good, but the movie has some simply good qualities in addition to these.
Here’s what I think works:
• The movie is totally off-template. Both in its badness and its goodness, it is completely fresh and unexpected. This gives everything in it a kind of multiplier effect. Plus, this off-template quality is a good quality in its own right. “Wow, we’re watching something different for a change.”
• Lisa is hot, mmkay?! (Not joking. And she actually is a good actress for the part.)
• Most of the acting isn’t actually “bad.” A lot is good. And a lot of Wiseau’s acting is excellent, albeit strange. You are seeing a man who is really feeling something. Again, not on template. Totally his own way.
• The movie does a better job than most (all?) at looking how an unloving, user woman can take down a man (or how an unwise man can let such a woman get to him). Lisa is totally believable and realistic. She’s not a hateful caricature, either. One can also see her side of things.
• Johnny’s story of failed ambition is also quite realistic and believable.
• It works below the surface in an ingenious way. Much has been made about the game of tuxedo football, but it is a resonant image that plays with our notions of masculinity and American-ness and “winning” in an interesting way. It’s not trying to be some big symbol or anything–it just works. And that’s pretty much how all or at least most of the details in the movie work. They just fit together to make this picture that works as a whole. It’s engaging and feels meaningful.
• It’s surreal. Not all “so bad it’s good” movies work in the same way. The Room is consistently just plain “out there,” and even though the details are risible, they’re still cool and memorable. Like the pug on the counter in the flower store. A simple thing, not all that crazy, but you will remember Johnny petting that dog for the rest of your life while instantly forgetting big, effort-laden, and expensive setpieces in the latest superhero shitter.
So there you have it. The Room, despite or indeed partly because of its manifest absurdity, just works. And it works on a deep level that affects people emotionally–even if they think they’re just laughing.
(The above is all sincere. No joking.)
Thoughts?