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The Disaster Artist: My Life Inside The Room, the Greatest Bad Movie Ever Made
by Greg Sestero, Tom Bissell
The Room is a movie that usually inspires mystified staring or some of the most painfully confused laughter that could ever escape your throat. It makes no sense; in fact, it defies sense, slapping sense in the face and daring it to make the next move. Greg Sestero lived inside this masterpiece/abomination (Masternation? Abomipiece?) for years, and a weaker person would have been broken by the experience. Sestero manages to take what he experienced and turn it into a fascinating parallel-narrative tell-all book. His friendship--if you can call it that--with the enigmatic and dense Tommy Wiseau is the stuff of nightmares, but he seems to have infinite patience and a true gift for reading and empathizing with people. After being only known as Mark ("Oh hai, Mark!"), Sestero puts a human, rational, and sympathetic spin on what we've only seen as the most terrible of all movies.
The Disaster Artist is a fun and engaging read. It may destroy your ability to laugh at Wiseau's film, but it makes it deeper and ultimately more satisfying. You'll also get answers to eternal questions like "why all the spoons?" and "how did he deliver that stupid comments line without killing himself?" and "why is Peter blinking so much?"
The Disaster Artist is a fun and engaging read. It may destroy your ability to laugh at Wiseau's film, but it makes it deeper and ultimately more satisfying. You'll also get answers to eternal questions like "why all the spoons?" and "how did he deliver that stupid comments line without killing himself?" and "why is Peter blinking so much?"