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It's been a while since I've disliked a book this intensely.
The Disaster Artist, at heart, is a tale of two thoroughly dislikable parasites. One, the author, is a disingenuous humble bragger, and the other, as described by the author, is a creepy, dense, socially inept bully. Both are using each other for personal gain but only the creepy guy doesn't try to hide his intent.
Greg Sestero painfully, monotonously and repetitively fills virtually every page with every pejorative adjective available to describe Tommy Wiseau. His complaints are manifold and include the observed and the speculative. It's credible enough but he effectively uses a nuclear bomb to kill a moth. Tiring doesn't begin to describe his style. The obvious question is why would he spend any time with Wiseau if he's such an awful and creepy guy. The obvious answer is that Sestero is desperate and sees something to be gained from staying close. But that's not how Sestero tells it. In his world, after exhaustively telling us what an awful guy Wiseau is he takes a step back to tell us he either pities Wiseau or he sees some kind of ineffable quality that he finds endearing. In this regard he completely lacks credibility. He can't be the guy completely in the know with these kind blind spots. He even goes so far to say he didn't recognize a few famous people along the way (I forget the details and didn't highlight anything but recall thinking it was laughably absurd) and had never heard of The Lord of the Rings series by Tolkien. (He tried out for a movie role and didn't get it because he was too tall. Wow, imagine trying out for a role you're too tall to qualify for. That makes sense.)
This book is awful and Tom Bissell should be embarrassed to have participated in this money grab. The Room was a horrendous enough movie to merit a book soon after the film was released. That would have been interesting. But Sestero waited 10 years, when the film gained cult status, to try to cash in again. A review of IMDB indicates that Sestero and Wiseau collaborated on another crappy film in 2017. It looks like Sestero is trying to ride the Wiseau coattails again and again.
I'd be more interested to read Tommy Wiseau's memoirs of his experiences with Greg Sestero. It would probably be indecipherable but at least it wouldn't be dishonest.
The Disaster Artist, at heart, is a tale of two thoroughly dislikable parasites. One, the author, is a disingenuous humble bragger, and the other, as described by the author, is a creepy, dense, socially inept bully. Both are using each other for personal gain but only the creepy guy doesn't try to hide his intent.
Greg Sestero painfully, monotonously and repetitively fills virtually every page with every pejorative adjective available to describe Tommy Wiseau. His complaints are manifold and include the observed and the speculative. It's credible enough but he effectively uses a nuclear bomb to kill a moth. Tiring doesn't begin to describe his style. The obvious question is why would he spend any time with Wiseau if he's such an awful and creepy guy. The obvious answer is that Sestero is desperate and sees something to be gained from staying close. But that's not how Sestero tells it. In his world, after exhaustively telling us what an awful guy Wiseau is he takes a step back to tell us he either pities Wiseau or he sees some kind of ineffable quality that he finds endearing. In this regard he completely lacks credibility. He can't be the guy completely in the know with these kind blind spots. He even goes so far to say he didn't recognize a few famous people along the way (I forget the details and didn't highlight anything but recall thinking it was laughably absurd) and had never heard of The Lord of the Rings series by Tolkien. (He tried out for a movie role and didn't get it because he was too tall. Wow, imagine trying out for a role you're too tall to qualify for. That makes sense.)
This book is awful and Tom Bissell should be embarrassed to have participated in this money grab. The Room was a horrendous enough movie to merit a book soon after the film was released. That would have been interesting. But Sestero waited 10 years, when the film gained cult status, to try to cash in again. A review of IMDB indicates that Sestero and Wiseau collaborated on another crappy film in 2017. It looks like Sestero is trying to ride the Wiseau coattails again and again.
I'd be more interested to read Tommy Wiseau's memoirs of his experiences with Greg Sestero. It would probably be indecipherable but at least it wouldn't be dishonest.