The Disaster Artist

It’s ironic how this movie is so good as it celebrates a movie so bad.

Just like what Tim Burton did for Ed Wood when he made a movie about the filmmaker’s attempt to make what will become known as (until the Room) the worse picture ever conceived, Plan 9 From Outer Space, James Franco takes his love of what The Room is and became interested enough about the man (or rather men) behind it to want to make a movie about it.

I’ve seen the Room, let me tell you, it does not seem that interesting. With acting so bad it makes the movie dry and bland to the point where you can’t help but to laugh at how bizarre the whole thing is. When I saw it I did ask the question: “How the hell did this get made”?

James Franco gives us the answer (or as much of it as he can), as he directs himself as Tommy Wiseau and his bother Dave plays Greg Sestero in a inspiring story of a man with a lot of money who befriends a kindred spirit in a young actor, and they decide to lean on each other in order to follow the Hollywood dream, but when the dream becomes a nightmare they decide to go at it themselves by making a movie… that’s a nightmare on it’s on.

If The Room did not have a big enough cult stasis I can already see it increasing thanks to The Diaster Artist. How ever famous it was before Franco’s well crafted journey into a the mind of a man who stands on the edge of genus and instability, is about to make it Infamous. It was indeed a great role for Franco as both director and actor. With the support of all his friends through small parts and cameos like Zac Efron, Hannibal Buress, Josh Hutcherson and of course, his hetero life mate, Seth Rogen.  I hear Oscar buzz in his future, which I get. If the academy can love a picture like LA LA Land than they should love The Disaster Artist, cause it’s just such a pure story about two people who love the biz.