Everybody knows _The Room_ is bad. That's like, the whole thing. But anybody who says its badness is self-aware is a liar. It's regular bad. It's regular fucking awful. Genuinely, the movies my peers in film class were making when I was **fifteen** are better than _The Room_. Before you say it, yes I did watch The Room in a group, and no I didn't enjoy it. _Final rating:½ - So bad it’s offensive. I may never fully recover._

I suppose that you just have to leave your brain at the door for this nonsense. Sadly, at this most recent showing in London, we were not permitted to throw spoons (nor in theory, to call out - but, hey - good luck with that!). Anyway the somewhat unattractive "Johnny" (Tommy Wiseau) is living with pretty fiancée "Lisa" (Juliette Danielle) who decides that she'd probably rather hook up with the rather handsome "Mark" (Greg Sestero)... Will they get rumbled? Will things ever be the same again? Of course, the dialogue is abysmal, the sex scenes filmed in an out of focus fashion that we can only ever be truly thankful for, and the soundtrack is so cheesy that the whole thing just engenders audience participation on quite an unprecedented scale. This is garbage; there is no other word for it - yet it is eminently watchable (after three bottles of wine and some i/v gin). Carolyn Minnott is wonderfully earnest as mother "Claudette", too. It's amateur in just about every way, but funnily enough that might just be the reason it has achieved cult status. Aim very low, and you will still be setting your sights too high!