The Room

A cringeworthy, touching, legendary, pompous, and disarmingly sincere film that deserves to be ceremoniously opened (and closed) on such an ambivalent holiday as February 14th. A movie for rare individuals who combine heightened irony with an open heart.

The main character (played by Tommy Wiseau himself – the director, screenwriter, and creative mastermind), is a self-absorbed level 80 jerk with a muscular torso and dark sunglasses, who finds himself betrayed by his treacherous fiancée named Lisa – and that’s the entire simple plot. But who cares about the plot? The film is not defined by it. The ingredients of the cult status of “The Room” include the dramatic flair of an ancient Greek tragedy + acting so bad it’s good + hilariously pompous love scenes + a bone-crushing seriousness from a creator who truly had no idea what kind of miracle he had created.

 “The Room” has a loud reputation as one of the worst films in history, but that only works in its favor: Tommy Wiseau definitely wanted it to be the absolute worst, even if it means coming in last place. It boasts an honorary 4.8 on Kinopoisk and 3.6 on IMDb.