The Room (2003)
This is a vanity project for director/writer/leading man Tommy Wiseau, whose character is presented as saint-like, and whose muscular body the camera makes love to. But the movie strikes its first false note the moment Wiseau opens his mouth to speak. The odd enunciation is perhaps forgivable for one whose first language is not English, but there is no excuse for his wooden acting, and his character’s humanity is undermined by Wiseau’s creepy appearance. The other actors are also less than stellar (Carolyn Minnott is especially amateurish), but the script doesn’t give them much to work with.
The hilariously tone-deaf dialogue is made up of clichés and stock phrases. Plot strands are introduced and abandoned, extraneous characters appear out of nowhere, and the film’s tone is wildly uneven. Wiseau has an alien’s understanding of human behaviour and relationships, and he seems to have gotten all his ideas about love from soap operas and soft-core porn videos, both of which this movie resembles (there are no less than four interminable sex scenes set to cheesy 80s-style love songs). The film feels like it was padded out to feature length via repetition and an over-abundance of establishing shots throughout.
In the plus column, some of the cinematography is competent.
All this being said, The Room is a fascinating, at times hilarious, train wreck, well worth your time.