Grittreview: "The Room"

"The Room" is a movie.
Movies are stories or events recorded by a camera as a set of moving images and shown in a theater or on television; a motion picture.
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"The Room" is to cinematography what the review above is to insightful commentary.

Now meet the director, producer and main actor of this gem - Tommy Wiseau.



Yes, it really is that bad. So bad that it's good. Plus, contrary to what the director says in the interview, and according to what the cast claims: Wiseau was actually trying to make a drama, not a black comedy.
Anyway, I strongly recommend this crapfest. You've probably never seen anything like it, and it will make you feel a whole lot better about your skills in whatever it is that you do. Also, viewing such an aberration will provide the courage you need to finally engage in that new activity you so want to try; yet refrain from due to a constant fear of failure. After all, you can't possibly manage to do worse than Wiseau and his crew. So bad, in fact, as to end up being so very good.

I'm giving "The Room" my top score: ***** Five Astergrits

Now before we part let us not forget: movies are stories or events recorded by a camera...

Urbanized Typeface

Nice.

Urbanized Typeface : Shibuya08-09 [PV:EN] from yang02 on Vimeo.

The Expectation that Invites Bitterness (According to Dr. Love)

So don't fret if your relationship fell apart as it probably ended because you expected, above all, to be happy. But happiness is not the point: it was never part of the plan.



Dr.Love is wise: it really is just so much easier being a porcupine.

Happy New Year

So this is where we part, goodbye Mr. 2011 (yes, in my mind time is male).



Awfully glad I met you, cheerio, and toodle-oo

And thank you so much.

Bittersweet Bobbie Gentry

Singing a lovely ballad whose theme invited much speculation.

Remembering Maria Mckee

Singing "Shelter" with Lone Justice.



When it comes to lyrics and voice though I just love this from her.

The Morning Papers

They could take a walk down the oceanside
Make a wish on every wave
They could find a carousel and ride
Or kiss in every cave
They could contemplate the entire universe
Or just one star
Or just how far was the walk 4 the morning papers

Oh to sing like a Prince.