Written by James MacDowell.
NOTE: A different version of this article was previously published at The Lesser Feat.
The Room is a celebrated cult phenomenon (the latest in a long line of movies dubbed the ‘worst ever’) and, as such, has unsurprisingly spawned a great deal of discussion. I want to take a slightly different approach to it than many, however. Rather than focusing on a run-down of its countless dreadful pleasures or the fan culture that has sprung up around it, I want to look in detail at one short sequence to try to explain how it works, as well as to think a little about some key issues brought up by “so-bad-they’re-good” movies in general. I have a few reasons for doing this.
Firstly: although one of the great things about the kind of cult fandom The Room has attracted is that it encourages a focus on details (The spoons! The football!), it doesn’t seem common for critics to try to discuss how these details add up to form patterns of (wonderfully absurd) meaning across sequences, or the film as a whole. Secondly, one thing I find slightly offputting about cult fan screenings of this film (and indeed cult fan screenings more generally) is that they can fetishise these marvellous individual details to the point where noticing them (and yelling out the traditional responses to indicate that they have been noticed) drowns out any sense of the peculiarly unorganically-organic flow of their scenes, and of the movie. The extreme oddness of how The Room’s scenes feel as scenes (not merely as successions of quirks) is one of the things that makes the film so brilliant, and I think that close analysis should allow me to capture some of the feeling of this.
Finally, I want to look at The Room in this way partly simply to reward it for being the extraordinarily entertaining and fascinating thing that it is. In her excellent blog entry about teaching the movie to film students, Amanda Ann Klein suggests that watching ‘bad’ films like this one “makes us feel better about ourselves”, arguing that “when we watch The Room and mock it we are essentially saying ‘I am better than this. I am superior to this’.” There is doubtless an element of truth to this: the very act of enjoying something for its ‘failings’ does necessarily involve a kind of assumption about one’s own superiority. Yet a part of me also wants to kick against this characterisation of my relationship to the film. I can honestly say that I deeply love this movie in no less a sense than I deeply love, say, Vertigo ( which, incidentally, as another San Francisco-set tale of romantic obsession, has its parallels in The Room: the two even share some locations). The nature of this love is certainly different, but it is no less real.
To begin with, some context. The film tells the story of Johnny (Tommy Wiseau - also the writer and director) and the way in which his life unravels after discovering that his fiancé (or, as she is only ever called, “future wife”), Lisa (Juliette Daniel), is cheating on him with his best friend, Mark (Gregg Sestero). From this basic set-up Wiseau is able to weave a rich tapestry of confusing secondary characters, sub-plots, and superfluous scenes; I want to look in detail at one of these scenes. It’s approximately two minutes long, and is based around Johnny’s friend Mike (Mike Homes) recounting to Johnny something we saw in an earlier scene about fifteen minutes previously - specifically: that (a) he and his girlfriend were caught almost in flagrante by Lisa’s mother (Carolyn Minnott), (b) they left quickly, only for Mike to realise that he had left behind his underwear, upon which he (c) embarrassedly returned to retrieve it. It is a scene whose many glorious mysteries I have only begun to unravel. You can watch the scene here.
Let’s break our consideration of this scene down into a few parts. First:
As such, one of the most magnificent things about the sequence is that it forces us to grapple with the question of why, in a film so prepared to summarily drop what in any other movie would be major plot points, are we being subjected to such a lengthy reminder of something this meaningless? Our bewilderment is only heightened as the scene continues: we are already initially surprised when Mike begins to tell Johnny about the incident, and grow moreso the longer he goes on (“Go on, I’m listening,” urges Johnny, and later, “Tell me more…”); then, when Denny enters the discussion continues, our surprise now heightening to become incredulity; finally Mark arrives and the characters are, somehow, still talking about Mike’s underwear. By this point our inner Aristotlean, who craves order and motivation in our art, is screaming, “NO! NO!! NOOOO!!!” while at the same time the mischievous part of us that desires precisely this kind of assault on storytelling logic - the part that deeply loves The Room - is satisfyingly murmuring, “Yes, oh yes, OH MY, YES…”
So why is this scene in the movie? One answer seems to be that it is an attempt to show day-to-day life, and, as such, needs to be understood in the context of the way in which The Room constantly seeks - and spectacularly fails - to achieve a sense of naturalism.
Naturalism and performance style
Speaking of the ‘accident’, this needs to be seen in relation to the great difficulty The Room has with ending its scenes. Apparently completely unwilling to indulge in (or perhaps functionally unaware of) the accepted convention of cutting away from a scene which has run its course, Wiseau instead seems to feel the need to have characters exit the space where a scene has taken place. As well as the ubiquitous “Oh, hi!” which will often begin sequences, “I gotta go” is one of the most repeated phrases of the movie (as this montage makes clear). It is almost as if Wiseau is afraid that the viewer will be confused unless s/he has been explicitly told scenes have begun and finished. Occasionally, as in this scene (as well as in another entirely extraneous football-throwing-gone-awry sequence) Wiseau even resorts to an act of unexpected violence to bring the action to a close. These mini climaxes come at the expense of earthly motivation, and have precisely the opposite effect to the one intended: far from providing closure for the scenes they belong to, such moments open up whole new sets of questions - “For what conceivable reason did that just happen?” being chief among them. (The confusion is even more extreme here because of the shift in tone caused by the music, which changes in the final seconds from the comic oompah-pah that helpfully underlined the joviality of the football-throwing, into the dark, moody strings that accompany Mike’s treacherous tumble. How seriously are we being encouraged to take this injury?)
The wonderfulness of Johnny
One the most fundamental pleasures of The Room is the way in which it unsuccessfully tries to be a bizarre paean from Wiseau to himself, presenting him as a great and loving man who becomes the undeserving victim of all around him (“Everybody betrayed me!” is his later anguished exclamation). Yet, as this scene shows, his character’s goodness is often expressed in ways that are by turns unimpressively conventional (buying Lisa red roses and calling her his “princess”), awkwardly expressed (being a good customer and kind to animals, always being interested in friends’ problems), and deeply weird (sort-of adopting a teenage boy [Denny], letting friends [like Mike] use his apartment for sex). The ultimate result of this is that the film comes to feel like a parody of the masculinist narcissism that lies at the heart of its conscious project, exposing the fact that this troubling ideology is troubling, and opening it to ridicule. This is one of the many things that contributes to making The Room not just a ‘failure’ but a fascinating “passionate failure” (one of Sontag’s descriptions of camp). Wiseau has poured his heart and soul into this fevered tribute to himself, and it is a mark of his specialness as an artist that his heart and soul can produce a tribute that ended up feeling this consistently baffling, and this unintentionally self-critical. I do not say this ironically.
Intention and Value
The issue of authorial intention is a notoriously slippery and indeterminate one. It has often been suggested that it essentially doesn’t matter what the intention behind a work is - or, equally, that we can never know it for certain, so it’s thus meaningless to debate it. Discussions of this topic have become ever more unfashionable since the publication of ‘The Intentional Fallacy’ in 1946, receiving more and more seemingly deadly blows from various theoretical traditions over the last few decades.
It remains true, however, that the actual intention of the author will always remain beyond our grasp. Even if we were to sit down with a novelist and ask them what they ‘intended’ with a work - and they were to answer us entirely honestly - this would still be merely to ask him or her (a) what s/he remembers ‘intending’, (b) what s/he ‘meant’ consciously (rather than what intentions the work may express unconsciously), and (c) what s/he is capable of articulating. No: even though we can’t help but think about them, the real intentions of the real person behind an artwork are, at best, only this: an interesting thing to speculate about.
Far more reliable, however, is what Umberto Eco has called ‘the intention of the text’ - that is: what a book, or poem, or film invites us to assume it is intending to do. We can tell that The Room intends to achieve the sorts of things I mentioned above: a sense of naturalism, a feeling that scenes have begun and ended in a coherent way, a central character whom we admire, and so on. These are things we feel almost instinctively when watching a film, and they stem from a recognition of when familiar conventions are either being fulfilled or missed. Trying to explain the cult appeal of a ‘bad’ film, then, requires that a critic put these automatic feelings into words, and in the process allows us to (a) become more conscious and sure of a film’s intention than we are perhaps used to, and as a consequence (b) actually allows us to remove the adjective ‘bad’ from within its quotation marks. If we can firstly agree that The Room intends to achieve certain effects, and secondly that the failure to achieve these effects makes it inept filmmaking, then we can in fact call this bad filmmaking without recourse to the scare-quotes that we often feel should accompany this word.
And this brings us, unavoidably, back to Wiseau. Though we might not want to use what we imagine to be his intentions as proof of the intentions of the film, it is still Wiseau who (accidentally or otherwise) made The Room what it is: whatever it is. It is impossible to shake the feeling - no, the fact - that the endless complexity, fascination and enjoyment that I gain from The Room would, finally, simply not be there were it not for Wiseau (and I would maintain that I still haven’t managed to get very far in explaining the beauties of even this scene...). This may not change my evaluation of the film: it is bad, and anyone who loves it will probably have to agree on this fact. Equally, it doesn’t make Wiseau a good director - just a very special one. “So bad it’s good”, then, is in fact something of a misnomer. It is a style of viewing that involves a re-evaluation not of the film itself, but of the experience we can take from the film. In the case of The Room, the film may remain so bad, but that experience is so, so good.
This article was published on May 18, 2011.
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