“I did not hit her, it’s not true! It’s bullshit, I did not hit her! I DID NOT! Oh, hi Mark!”
I wanted to like this book more than I did. This is Greg Sestero’s (Mark) account of how The Room, one of the worst movies to ever grace screens, was filmed. He also discusses his friendship with Tommy Wiseau, the director/writer/producer/star of the film, and how he got his acting career off the ground. Even though it was interesting to learn about the production of the film and of Wiseau’s bizarre nature, I found it difficult to force myself to keep reading this novel. The story is fascinating, and Sestero’s incredibly funny, but the book is strangely paced and regularly flashes back and forth in time without any explanation. Also, if you haven’t seen The Room or The Talented Mr. Ripley (one movie I haven’t seen and wanted to) and don’t want to be spoiled, watch these films before reading this book. Sestero spoils both movies and gives away the story and major plot points of both films.
I ultimately was let down by The Disaster Artist. I was excited to learn more about the making of this cult classic movie that was impossibly made, but I really didn’t learn anything new about the production that I didn’t already know. I enjoyed Sestero’s dialogue, his Hollywood story, and learning about Wiseau’s unusual personality, but found myself having to push myself to finish this book. I actually hope the film adaptation of this novel will be better, and I don’t often say that.
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