We live in an era where literally everything is the worst. But what if your lifes work is literally the worst?
       This is the plight of Tommy Wiseau, whose 2003 film The Room is hailed as the Citizen Kane of bad movies, and who is now the subject of James Francos new movie The Disaster Artist.

       A 2009 story in The Washington Post called The Room a train wreck of almost incomprehensible proportions: Whole scenes are out of focus. . . . Characters appear without introduction, while others vanish without explanation.
And yet Ive seen the film well over a hundred times, and there is no irony in my admiration. 

                                                                        
     
                                                         Yes.. This is the actual movie poster.

           The plot is beside the point, but real quickly, its about Johnny, a banker, played by Wiseau. He has a future wife, Lisa — fiancee doesnt exist in the films vocabulary. She cheats on him with his best friend, Mark, played by Greg Sestero, who wrote the book that was adapted into Francos film. Mark and Lisa rub the affair in Johnnys face until he just cant take it anymore.

      Wiseau now plays up his persona as the self-aware film clown, but when The Room came out, he marketed it as a drama. He spent millions of his own dollars on the film, much of which went to a billboard that menaced Los Angeles for five years after its disastrous release, adding to its mysterious and grotesque allure.
I first heard of the film I asked my friends how it is, and all I got was, We cant describe it for you. Just watch it. Get it online, its really cheap.
       Its the better way to watch it for the first time — the midnight movie crowd shouts out every line, drowning out the weird intonations of the acting. Watch it with a loved one whom you can hold afterward and grapple with what you just witnessed.

       Tommy Wiseau, left, and Greg Sestero, the stars of “The Room.” Here they attend the after-party for the screening of The Disaster Artist, James Franco’s movie about the making of “The Room,” on Nov. 12 in Hollywood, Calif. (Alberto E. Rodriguez/Getty Images For Afi)

      Wiseau is not the ideal role model. Its apparent the entire movie is him literally acting out his frustrations with his real-world relationships, portraying women with shocking misogyny and disdain. In the Disaster Artist book, its hinted that Wiseau was angry Sestero paid more attention to a girlfriend.

          However, The Room inspires because it is a potent example of the ego triumphing despite all odds. Wiseau is a 21st-century Don Quixote, bumbling into a place where were all laughing with — not at — him.
His film predates social media, but its like a lumbering filmic version of that one Facebook friend who shares random GoFundMe pages and tired old memes, lists their job as SAG-
AFTRA, has profile pictures of bouquets of flowers with captions like You know what they say, love is blind (an actual quote from the film). While most people try to out-snark each other, that sort of self-expression is enviable in its sincerity and simplicity.