Tell-All Novel About Cult Film “The Room”


Greg Sestero (Mark in The Room) has written a tell-all account of his experience working on The Room with Tommy Wiseau.  The book is titled The Disaster Artist and you can read an excerpt here:  The Room was called “the Citizen Kane of bad movies” by Entertainment Weekly and one reviewer said that watching The Room was like “getting stabbed in the head.”

So how did this shitty film become an international phenomenon with Tommy Wiseau himself beloved as an oddball celebrity?  Read the book or wait for Dr. Morbid’s upcoming Cult Status article to find out.  I personally love the film because it is so bad you can’t help but love it.  “Home sweet house.”

Heres a portion of the excerpt explaining Wiseau’s interesting ways:

The best description I ever heard of Tommy was that he looks like one of the anonymous, Uzi-lugging goons who appeared for two seconds in a Jean-Claude Van Damme film before getting kicked off a catwalk. That’s what Tommy looked like now, sans Uzi. This particular day, he was wearing tennis shoes, black slacks, a loose and billowy dark blue dress shirt, and sunglasses, his hair secured in a ponytail by his favorite purple scrunchie. As we walked from the car to the set, he was yelling in every direction: “Why are you standing around like Statue of Liberty? You, do your job! You, move those here! And you film operators, don’t touch anything for HD. Be delicate! We need to hurry! There is no time for waste!” Everyone stared back at him with expressions that said, Are  you  fucking  kidding  me?  Tommy was ludicrously late for his own shoot and his first leadership step was to hassle the crew? It was not a hot day, but already I was sweating.