The Times‘ Real Estate section just ran a piece on Shaokao and Niki Cheng, who own a chain of upscale BoConcept furniture stores, and who talk about their home, their background, and their love of fabulous coffee tables.
Anyway, enough about them.
The most important part of the article is the line about how I occasionally curate bad movie nights at their place, and as a result the Chengs have pungent memories of seminal works such as Jacqueline Susann’s Once Is Not Enough and The Room (once lovingly called “the Citizen Kane of bad movies”; see photo above).
Let me remind you that the former film is a camp gem about frigid waif Deborah Raffin, who’s in love with daddy Kirk Douglas, whose socialite girlfriend Alexis Smith is diving on Charo impersonator Melina Mercouri, who has no idea that Raffin’s editor Brenda Vaccaro is being rejected by married men who fear STDs, all as Kirk’s maid speaks mistily of his life as “one long parade of poontang.”
A classy classic right up there with Potemkin–or at least a Potamkin commercial.
But it’s nothing compared to The Room, an overwrought love triangle between a creepy, veiny guy, a potato-faced bimbette, and the creepy guy’s bland “best friend” who desperately wants a float in that poontang parade.
With its tone-deaf script, leering innuendo, and laughable histrionics, The Room is a film of such towering ineptitude that even the scene where the alleged femme fatale’s mother reveals she has cancer drew hoots and guffaws from the audience when it first came out in 2003.
So they released it on DVD as “a dark comedy”!
And that it is, especially when you add the DVD’s special feature, an interview with producer/writer/director/star Tommy Wiseau, who says expectedly ludicrous things like how people should enjoy the movie, “but don’t hurt each other,” and who, with typical delusionary skills, also threatens a Broadway version.
Thank you, New York Times, for continuing the legend of these unforgettable mess-terpieces.