The sound of a single plastic spoon on a movie theater floor is abruptly distinct and unmistakable. It’s only fitting for that to be the soundtrack of my evening seeing The Room, an equally abruptly distinct and unmistakable film (on 35mm, in an actual movie theater—shout out to the Music Box’s great new seats!—and surrounded by a raucous audience at midnight).
The Room is the Schrodinger's Cat of early 2000s bad movies, simultaneously a four star and one star film.…
Maybe the real Danger Zone was the friends we made along the way.
I feel the NEED (crippling addiction)…the NEED for SPEED (methamphetamine).
Oh man those unnamed Chinese Russian Korean Iranians are gonna be PISSED about this one!
This might be the only 30+ year delayed sequel that I enjoyed more than the original. Seeing it in IMAX probably helped.
This was not the worst movie I've seen this year, and I had three genuine laughs while watching: the first was at the line "she does love bed AND breakfast," the third was at the Nana giving the fiance a "World's Best Nana" mug for Christmas, and I forget the second because the movie ends with Nana looking straight into the camera and saying "and that's the sizzle."
It’s been almost a month and I keep thinking about this movie, both for its timeless, perfect representation of every 20 something’s American apartment party through to present day, and also for the Mickey Rooney Situation™️ being the only (but unavoidably, MAJORLY PROBLEMATIC) blight on an otherwise wonderful film. I have had Deep Blue Something stuck in my head for just as long.
Going into this I legitimately thought there was going to be a scene over breakfast (or perhaps brunch) at a restaurant at Tiffany’s.
