For those of you who aren't familiar with The Room, it is widely known as the worst film made of all time. Many have described the director/writer/producer/star Tommy Wiseau as an alien who knows very little on the social functions of human beings. In The Disaster Artist, Wiseau's costar, Greg Sestero, recounts not only his experience behind the scenes of the film but also his personal relationship with the bizarrely mysterious man. Few books have been able to get vocal reactions out of me, yet while I was reading, I laughed, screamed, and even fell out of my chair from the shenanigans that happened. With James Franco's film adaptation scheduled is to come out this year (where he too directs, writes, produces, and stars in it) there's no better time to pick up a copy of The Disaster Artist, though if you do I implore you to watch The Room beforehand. It's a book that's almost too good to be true.
Presents a humorous ode to cinematic hubris, discussing the story of the mysteriously wealthy misfit, producer, director, and star of the "The Room," which later became an international cult film despite making no money at the box office.