Before I saw The Last Jedi, I made it a priority to see
another film. I dragged my boyfriend with me to see The Disaster Artist. I had
been excited about the film since the very first bit of news that it was being
made. Having James Franco direct and star in it was genius to me. He can match Tommy
Wiseau’s manic energy note for note. I wasn’t sure about Dave Franco playing
Greg, Tommy’s best friend and partner in crime. He just seemed like a pity hire
for the role. I didn’t need to be worried though. The Franco brothers work well
off each other. The film was as awkward to watch as I originally thought, which
is a testament to who well-acted the movie was.
I was adamant about seeing it opening weekend so we made a
plan to catch a matinee on Sunday. We got there and bought some nachos since I
was starving. We had seats right in the middle of the theater, middle row and
middle seats. We snuggled in and waited for the magic to happen. I already
talked about how well done the film was above but the audience’s response was
just as good. We were feeding off of each other’s enthusiasm. We clapped at the
end of the film, which I rarely do. It was obvious we had all seen The Room
before so we could appreciate the film all the more.
I don’t normally follow the Oscars but I’d be surprised if
James Franco doesn’t get nominated for best actor. Mostly so that Tommy Wiseau can
finally get an invitation to the ceremony and this whole thing can come full
circle.
