Thanks to a recommendation from Peter Suderman, I recently watched The Room, a vanity project written, directed, produced and starred-in by the mysterious Tommy Wiseau. The film may be the worst movie I have ever seen, but we would be better off if all Hollywood films were a little more like it.
To see what I mean, take the following scene, which I have watched dozens of times. Its success through failure comes from equal parts bad acting, bad writing, and terrible direction:
The “dialogue” here is nothing more than a series of non-sequiturs. The appearance of the dog is sudden and unexplained. There are whole series of verbal and visual non-sequiturs that, with a bigger budget and more care, could have seemed plausible. We get more of these moments throughout the film. At one point a character launches into an extended complaint about the disputed possession of a home only, as if suddenly reminded, to conclude by mentioning that she has terminal breast cancer.
A friend of mine proposed that these moments, the unexplained exchanges and the acting that’s so bad it seems invested with the dark significance of hidden secrets, show that more serious productions would be more suggestive and more interesting if they had more loose strings. I tend to agree that mainstream films would be richer if they only had more of the unexplained glances, misdirected dialogue and dropped storylines that make The Room so engrossing.